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                   O, I see you're coming back to Ella 
of the Cedar's Tale, more and amore, 
as she gets between your skin, like a beetle at bore. 
Lang-wishing, fang-wishing her wiggle, 
at open door stairs case on her forest floored.
This tales tail like a Cedar, mystery umm'biblical, 
Laurel lining in-cyclicall of 
Maples that get swathed, 
in rainy season's roots spreading tows 
in brackets math tables of shoots and ellipticals.


In shadows deep, 
where whispers weep in the will o's 
the shade desperately tries to cover 
her in-seep of soil, like a tree snake in coil.

Ella of the Cedar, her name echoes clear,
a flame in hearts, dancing ever near.

The Cedar's Tale, algorithes, quickened, Time Ago.
A story sung where the wild winds blow.
Her spirit fierce, like a fire untamed,
a haunting melody, forever staking claim.

Lang-wishing, fang-wishing, the night's embrace,
unveiling enticing worlds with ethereal grace.
Her voice, a river of silk, in moonlight's glow,
imbued with sapporon, a delicate flow.
Washes a ways canopy, Kimono.

This ancient grove, where memories reside,
Ella of the Cedars, she'll forever abide.
Her resonance lingers, like a bittersweet sigh,
a poet's muse, beneath the moonlit beams 
taking a bite of darkness in injection plunge and hallucinogenic strobe of light, slide.

So let us listen more, to Ella's whispered lore,
feel her essence as it stirs us to the core-
occupying like a lush dream.
In her words, emotions seam to adorn,
a garden of feelings, once in dormant sea, 
now align with the O Pines scent of new winds whip of greenery creams to soothe like a suave poultice of potpourri over the mind pine al g land ent C.

In every verse, a wish song''s awakening, 
sultry synthesis,
a bud delicately reaching for the light, 
in a chamber of trembling treble, 
naughtiness probing.
Lyrics to linger, imprinted deep, 
like the rings of a tree as 
counting your time of bondage..
Stirring souls, 
harvesting their reap and frontage 
of fond-agery.
The story continues beneath 
the eventuality of hopes chest 
pounding, hearts in the surrounding raw, 
pump of primal, Forest maw.
Ella sets her sights...
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