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I will gain your immersion through a letter,
Invocated none other by the elixir of my dewdrops.
Hands quivering with words so tender,
Sing a song, to my gods, only to be unseen by whole lots.
And what is a priest in endless pain?
Sweet incantation their god bloomed to disdain,
Like of a crude riverβs ignorant flow,
To display its enormous potency even at the Flowerβs stake.
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muskog
look up the term 'purple prose'
bro cooked me
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bro cooked me
by siya ππβ¬.γ»β«γ»γ; ; Report