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when confessions begin
Folder:
Hyacinth garden a whisper of awe broke through her lips
more a plea
it never really gets dark
blindfolded
eyes adjust to more time in the cocoon
veil between is thin
and angels masquerade
whirl when confessions begin
flow the mystic cascade
insult peaceful space
black robe flowing in surge
articulation of worship
in that moment
winsome spirit
devour her immobile
whimper with desire still
you would hear the slamming door
as it never had before
