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Festive morn, I crossed with thee Embellished silk shines with whirling elegance— Of translucent textures and fine fragrance The royal formation— that anticipates a chance— A romantic browse of catered acquaintance. As I swipe to slant,— Thy arms braced my shoulders— and uplift me— In awe of my still, Slipped palms of thy distant longed— In the halls of hide and seek— Despite the fragments,— Thou aimed to break the lines,— Chasing this harmony, Unravelling the elflock sway;— to clutch the Orchid; Until she stays..
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
Festive Morn, I Crossed With Thee(I)
Festive morn, I crossed with thee Embellished silk shines with whirling elegance— Of translucent textures and fine fragrance The royal formation— that anticipates a chance— A romantic browse of catered acquaintance. As I swipe to slant,— Thy arms braced my shoulders— and uplift me— In awe of my still, Slipped palms of thy distant longed— In the halls of hide and seek— Despite the fragments,— Thou aimed to break the lines,— Chasing this harmony, Unravelling the elflock sway;— to clutch the Orchid; Until she stays..
In a prestigious ball, where all has started. They met gracefully.
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
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