Oasis
A Tautogram By Birithivy Yogaratnam
Once, only once, our otherworldly oasis opens. One overwhelming oasis, overflowing of opulence. Organically outgoing, outreaching overjoying outsiders. Oasis, operatic offering of overwhelming order.
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