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BLOSS'MING NIGHT
the moon in its celestial power,
shatters the pulse of a white petal;
the mist rose
then lingered, diluted in fermented
nectar, like ancient times
when love
was raw and simple.
the moon in its celestial power,
shatters the pulse of a white petal;
the mist rose
then lingered, diluted in fermented
nectar, like ancient times
when love
was raw and simple.
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i love this poem
sweet nectar in my brain! one love Corey & co