Perceptions shift in the rustling Indigo,
Uncertainty Spinning with the Forgotten Long Ago,
Whispers of what was once mere Rhyme,
Now congeal and collide in the Arc of Time,
To Underscore and Intersperse with Ebon Colours Lifting,
Like Perception in the Rustling Indigo, Ethereally Shifting.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Katarina-Sokolova
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