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- Tea with Florence
- Rolling fog
- First light
- Hidey hole
The trumpet sounds like rolling fog
at first light, like a masquerade
A goblin smiles with sheer delight
As tea with Florences is made.
A chemise drapes down brittle bones
not showing their true oddly shape
Freckles spread like confetti dots
While silken layers spread and drape.
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