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crystallized-skies

Published: Apr 9, 2016

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`wrap me up in milk-threaded linen and tie a noose of chrysanthemums and forget-me-[k]nots around my ankles until I lay upon a throne of floral glory; high above the lilting evergreens the crow and the dove will dance in the dawning moonlight just as the creeping shadows of twilight will wrap their wilting fingers around my shoulders in [dis]comfort as the gentle northern winds guide me to a weeping paradise cloaked in mirrored antiquity.`

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