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∴ in the teacup’s gentle warmth, memories begin to stir,
a quiet awakening, a soft, silent whir ·
time becomes a playground, a space to retrieve,
lost fragments in my mind’s introspective drift, has it all been make-believe?

a potion of healing, a remedy divine ·
a journey within, through the kaleidoscope of time ·
across frost-stinging gales and icy abyss,
Rosemary’s essence, a remedy that won’t miss ∴

∴ barefoot in the winter desert, intricate and grand,
moments ripple, like winds across the sand
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in remembrance, where oasis and solitude blend,
cherished chaos, where recollections extend ∴

∴ i descended into the mountains
to bury deep-seated demons, keeping them hidden
under layers of fear and despair. time moved forward,
but forgetful, i stayed; nothing could vanquish them
·
struggling against them proved futile.
realizing my thoughts misled me,
i let go of my sword and shield
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now understanding, cutting
the tie between before and after—only i persisted,
alone, facing what i couldn’t avoid.
revealing illusions, time unrelenting,
leaving only the core of myself to climb ∴

∴ under the pine-lit canopy,

starlight sparks resolutions drifting on the breeze,

entwined with dreams the forest keeps

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no longer just an acquaintance,

spirit of the wood transformed by the seasons’ rites,

her steadfast determination grabs hold of each kindled promise that echoes through winter’s nights ∴