Gift Of
There's no time like the present
Because this is a gift
A shifting sea of sandy shades
Grinding lenses lift
Feelings of quintessence
External lights until that fades
Unto the omniscient
Whisper takes your breath
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-08-25 at 23:51
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