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Beware the silent calmness of the sand
Over the dead sea loom fire and ice
Under the myriad of gems slithers life
That which the eye cannot see is nowhere
Immaculate yet perverse west winds blow
Quoth the stars to the lost traveller
Undo what has been done free this lost heart
End suffering to embrace the renew
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The prompt was “boutique”. Totally random. This is what I came up with. My mind works in strange ways sometimes.
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