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The lavender moon kindled haunting reflections.
Nostalgia and four clover dreams covered in frost .
Hidden rainbows of the mind cozen the tender heart.
Reviving realms of evergreen promises buried in fraud.
Storms of seething sorrow carve melancholic laceration.
The soul lamenting caged in a glass mansion.
Golden dragonflies fire up the ashen memories .
Rekindle the dying embers of meraki.
It is then I fell in love with freedom.
To wash away this pseudonym of apathy.
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