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You slip in through the front door like a
tempest cloud. Your phantom kiss is
listless ashes, blown astray.
Monsieur, you {{saboteur}} -
I sense her parfum
spray like rain… and
now our fire
fades to
grey.
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-Gina C. 🧚🏻♀️✨
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Gina C.
Novelist | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, myth, & love.
Busy writing my fantasy books! 🐚🧚♀️🐉✨
🌱Debuting soon as Gina C. Vittoria :)
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