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Loved
The ring on my finger
a product of all my fantasy
a gift from the universe
telling me I'm loved ... I'm just playing pretend.
A rose of silver,
cold and metallic
catching the light like a painting
a blade of refraction, it glows like the moon.
A simple circle, uncomplicated...
morphs, like a butterfly, into something else.
The gentle form of a flower
petals overla...
Sunday 21st November 2021 6:44 pm
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