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Beneath the gilded blush of dawn, Shadows linger, a world withdrawn. Light spills gold, yet hearts still ache, Dreams dissolve as we awake. The sun ascends, a tireless king, But not all joy its rays can bring. For every morn, a whisper low: Beauty blooms, yet we let go. ©️ Khenzo
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Beautiful 200 $DEGEN
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Anie
@anie
Lovely poem 200 $DEGEN
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