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ashen agony backgrounds
dusty corners of mind spun sadistic within the ocean sky of boxed up dreams -- wrapped wistfully, saved just incase –- lighted smoke swirls serene across salt spray, battlefield borders, and over the cusp of our crescent moon. |
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How far down the well that is you does that bucket go before water is hit? Interesting write.
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truly a poeticMaster
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truly a poeticMaster awwwwwwww thank you wenchie: ou know I think with anything you have to hit bottom before you start to even think f eventually being quenched thank you |
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