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Roses
rear their jubilant heads, reaching for the blue moon, redolent stars releasing their sweet, sacred hearts. Really, everything comes down to this rosa mystica, refined and carnal, recalling the scent of Eden to our garden. Resurrection, and redemption. Written for: "The Writer's Cramp" Form:"Pleiades"
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