Pure Passion
Orange blossom scents fill this space.
A flower and rose on the days of magic.
The infinite is bitten by the green sea.
The finger is wrapped in yellow.
Efforts are required to pray.
The way our faces looked at the well.
sanctity of seraphim.
We find pure passion in another world.
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