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Between light and day hours pass, and the gift of 1 more is never guaranteed. Gardens of wicked truth mystify before our eyes inviting us to proceed. Use your sense of smell in this cultivated plot of pure peril. The stench from the foul lies grown there can leave your heart cold an feral. There is a wild side to all but some take this to another level.
They're easily identified by the company they keep, running with the . |
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That is really good. I love poems with a deeper meaning...metaphors and all...awesome.
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really good
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Really good my friend
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I hear that...
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