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Apr 2020
smoke-filled vessel,
neglecting liquid 'lest its true hydration.
the rise & fall are both too clear to resist.
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a hope-filled sense of any tomorrow,
infused with espressos,
infused expressions
and the finest strain willing to enthuse my moods.
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running wild,
not a trace of any patterns repeated;
making contact but only when needed.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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