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I wonder……

Is it a mace, Of a faery race? A wind-spun fruit, From a dew-cooled root? A spider’s lair, Infused with air? A low-hung cloud, Become a shroud? A morning lamp, Dimming and damp? A tendril’s twist, Bedecked with mist? That Amy framed, As yet unnamed?

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