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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the raspberry horizon is curled up, shaping caramel-lilac lips of the cashmere kismet, singing in a choir of cherry chivalry and honey-glazed fireflies ~ those snowy stars simmering in summer silence, f l i c k e r a w a y leaving burgundy blurs of beliefs, wrinkled in those blinking blemishes of clementine memories, which once trailed hysterical footprints across my fairy-threaded horizons... And I lay, breathing l o v e on a pillow of pristine pearls ~ succulent with the silver songs of perfumed yesteryears ~ chiming through chocolate valleys and rippling in the ruffles of origami reveries, weaved in scarlet sonnets... where you and I w a l t z as the sunset and its shadow through a halo of rose-rings ~ our spiritual silks rinsed in rubies, as every aromatic alphabet caresses those syllables of storms, stained with the murkiness of maroons and the velvet rain of remnants leaves a champagne spark ~ igniting indigo illusions that whisper whirling intuitions in my saffron-kissed kundalini... " O' thistle-light distancing me from my dandelion i n k ~ I'm no longer a paranoid petal swirling in a havoc of hate and rust, rather, I'm blossoming ~ aesthetic in strawberry arcs, dreaming of a reality above imposters of nightmares, where my honeysuckle sepals hold hope as a golden anchor ~ fluttering in pink opal warmth, and I feel like the heat of life, for those decaying flowers, betrayed by the torrents of t i m e... " In the fulcrum of fragrances ~ this sailor soulfully sails, as a telepathic trespasser tangentially steering to an orchard without rose-tinted reveries... to be the last scent of forget-me-nots ~ manifesting a meraki of miracles in those mulberry mosaics, where the esoteric zephyrs of elysium still remember me ~ as a sandalwood-scented soulmate of the forgiving sun...
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