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ㅤㅤㅤVESPER VESTIGE OF LAMENTED HALCYON. 💮 / Tending The Quiet Of Cerulean Shores: Grapes Ripen In Quiet (their skins soaked in centuries.) Nothing Here Hurries, Not Even The Soul.
then the tide—
pressed to my skin like
a vow long unspoken.
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Sicilian Midmorn—beneath Citron-silted Breath, My Clavicle Takes Amber Bloom. The Wind, Perfumed In Figmilk And Rosemary. Limestone Lips Kiss The Shore In Velvet Ache; Olive Leaves Flit In Languor, A Mosaic Of Stillness Hung In Cerulean Hush. Every Inhale Steeps In Old-world Hush.
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ㅤㅤㅤVESPER VESTIGE OF LAMENTED HALCYON. 💮 / Tending The Quiet Of Cerulean Shores: Grapes Ripen In Quiet (their skins soaked in centuries.) Nothing Here Hurries, Not Even The Soul.
then the tide—
pressed to my skin like
a vow long unspoken.
ㅤㅤㅤ
Sicilian Midmorn—beneath Citron-silted Breath, My Clavicle Takes Amber Bloom. The Wind, Perfumed In Figmilk And Rosemary. Limestone Lips Kiss The Shore In Velvet Ache; Olive Leaves Flit In Languor, A Mosaic Of Stillness Hung In Cerulean Hush. Every Inhale Steeps In Old-world Hush.
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