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Oct 2024
Wicker candles,
Fine wooden handle,
Sea salt caramel foam -
Desert Amber
Billowing incense whispers,
"Yes, we are alone."

Quick to melt,
yet slow to smile,
Nesting in the dusty scent of old.
Orpheus
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Orpheus  18/Agender/Grand Junction
(18/Agender/Grand Junction)   
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