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Oct 6
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,
as if the new was yet to exist.
Orpheus
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Orpheus  18/Agender/Grand Junction
(18/Agender/Grand Junction)   
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