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for you to be the blooming pink lotus, i’ll be the marshy terrain unseen. for you to be the shimmering sagittarian star, i’ll be the december night sky. for you to be the orange tip butterfly, i’ll be the feather for your landing. but when i burn in that funeral pyre of time, will you even bother to shed a tear? © 2021
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Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 9:11 AM UTC
when i burn
for you to be the blooming pink lotus, i’ll be the marshy terrain unseen. for you to be the shimmering sagittarian star, i’ll be the december night sky. for you to be the orange tip butterfly, i’ll be the feather for your landing. but when i burn in that funeral pyre of time, will you even bother to shed a tear? © 2021
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Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 9:11 AM UTC
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