beneath the cedar
I am breathless in the lowlands
Velesian crimson ringlets packed neatly in towering twilight, you are a cornflower beneath the cedar. The balsamic hask holds me, marinating in the glacial spring with no breath left to spare.
Velesian crimson ringlets packed neatly in towering twilight, you are a cornflower beneath the cedar. The balsamic hask holds me, marinating in the glacial spring with no breath left to spare.
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