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A cloud reaches to claim her for its own,soft, tangled like a ball of silken thread…But come, sit near, don’t let this moment go,for in your magic gaze, my soul is fed.
Mariana Busarova
Debdutta Pal
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Mine is fed by this poem. ☁️ ✨
I'd rather be watching Netflix.
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