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Jun 20. 2025
I’m a prismed shell that drinks the sun, yet shelters no person when day is done. Within my walls, the green convene, In silent warmth, a hidden scene.
Jun 20. 2025
I’m a prismed shell that drinks the sun, yet shelters no person when day is done. Within my walls, the green convene, In silent warmth, a hidden scene.