Sitting underneath the night air, Im
Pouring odes Into the ocean is your atmosphere With my brass tool. Hoping to busy the winds; Signaling for the heavens To rain guardian stars In the form of diamonds. They will strategically land Around your resting place; Serving as a barricade for any distress Rest well Madam of Rose breath #NewAuthor#Herscent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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