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Sheathed By Ashes
No one but you can ignite the slumber.
Ashes encasing burning ember.
where my thoughts bend and splay.
Only you can castle my turmoil at the bay.
And I love the truth that I am infallible.
It satisfies my lawful need for the affable.
Connection with alveolus.
From your snug daffodil luteolous.
Written: November 09, 2022
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Sotto Poet
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