Searing splits from the sandy mirror⌉⌈
As a step, a look and a truth the future sweeps———
I’ll leave it there and behind me….the whispers of the curio. You should leave it too, you can⇔
Beside you a bloom, inside you a spring. No comfort in a pot, a bottle, a fear. These days shame the silver edge clouds, have you seen it? Have you heard of it? I don’t know why we act as if our temples are only in religion. Curse the day we needed metaphors and put silver before foodΨ∇
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