One doth lose oneself in pastel’s hue,
Of porcelain, be it frail and worn,
And puff in a carousel anew,
Of unchecked longing, forlorn.

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One doth lose oneself in pastel’s hue,
Of porcelain, be it frail and worn,
And puff in a carousel anew,
Of unchecked longing, forlorn.

Che bello!
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Sei un tesoro 🙂
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Buona serata, Marco!
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