Ephemeral Euphoria
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In the quiet, a quixotic quake,
you sear like stardust in the dusk,
an ache, an ardor I cannot shake,
a tempest fierce, yet soft as musk.
Through labyrinthine dreams jou thread,
an ember bright, a fleeting spark,
evanescent as words unsaid,
yet etched indelibly in the dark.
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