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Posted on October 25, 2018October 25, 2018

Chrysalism

I love and long for

Delicious chrysalism

In these chilly autumn nights

But I’m missing the One who

Warms me from within

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One thought on “Chrysalism”

utahan15 says:

October 25, 2018 at 7:17 am

me the dandy
fancy
the musky
dank
smell of gardenias!

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