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When roses bloom


I sit silently
in the frozen tundra
of your mind,
not wanting to
disrupt the serene.

Whispered winds
quiet the words
escaping in the
heat of your breath.

Moments of longing
linger.

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Artwork by :: paroxysm

Ode to a dying star [still contemplation]

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