Published on Fri, 10th Oct 2025 at 23:06
Pink blossoms within a veil of apples, effaced my fears ... begone! what tender heart begat thee? I must find her time! yet sap ascends on broken arms whose relics lay wasting upon the sod; have I spring to lay thanks to thee? have I spring to learn?
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Remember
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Love Did Never Consume Me
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A Jest
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