My Beloved Ethereal Flower
She is an ethereal flower,
a tender flesh bone plant...
She a sketchy star
in the dust of dreams,
a love engine
that beautifies life...
By her essence,
for her, I extend my hugs,
blind my doubts
of not being alive...!
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