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My lovely Amaryllis,
Longing for you
has become my reason to exist,
you are too, just
too delightful, yet
too mournful.
Drench my soul with purple shade,
a blooming garden of hyacinths.
The last memories of you,
imbued my mind with a quixotic paranoia,
as nothing else seems to make sense,
pieces of misty green scent,
wander through the corridors of my mind.
Yet again,
I can't seem to find you.
Yours always,
Raven
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