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abysmal void of frosty-starry spaces engenders the
shadow of the cloud charged with the fiery golden smile and silvery ember
whisper :
where the stillness can be heard in the gentle
movements of the leaves, of the petals /
where the dignified stature of the branches speaks
volumes /
where the warmth of the mansion observing the scenery
constitutes the sound in its own right :
Q : remind me what it’s called, ha!
A : duskysunrise, ha!
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