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Essence
When you carry an essence of a narcissus, in love with your own reflection,
I suspect here and everywhere,
your breath will spread the pollen of toxicity, your vanity will manure
the roots of misery.
© jhimi
I suspect here and everywhere,
your breath will spread the pollen of toxicity, your vanity will manure
the roots of misery.
© jhimi
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