Charm

Nov 16, 2024
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Updated: Nov 17, 2024

The door to love cracked first

Through crooked smiles suggesting

secret lands

and hidden truths

the faewild yet unwalked

ever after looking

for secret ways

and wind paths

trailing butterflies wherever

Faithful tender of the altar

to magic's secret flame

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