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The sun spills morning
over dew on the leaves
making diamonds I might trade
for passage to tomorrow

Been and Gone
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Elle Canta

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Gustave Deresse

Written by Gustave Deresse

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Real Writing, feat. an AI Art Gallery ☕✨ Contact: 📧 gderesse@proton.me

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