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candle’s golden hush
and the rustle draped dusk. ﹢ ๋੭

there wanders one known in murmured breath
as @cheriesinclair. name falleth not loudly,
but with the gentleness of silk upon polished
wood—an utterance more felt than heard. not
the flame, but the soft smoke that lingereth
after, curling about one’s senses with tender
mischief. the presence is perfumed with restraint,
and yet—’tis a restraint that teases, like ribbons
drawn too slowly from.
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