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A
moonless night so dark,
still, quiet, we
can
hear the leaves on the all the trees and plants turn toward the
rising sun.
You sent
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When refuge could be guaranteed, but those f$ers wont do it.
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You wouldn't believe me
a raft, a tall ship,
flagging sanity
you shouldn't
believe me
eight ravens
materialised in the third floor cage
ye..
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Enigmatic porous movements, between forests
concerto of pinkdusk,
creaks and shuffles
and muffled moansan echo of those husks.
Shallow deep in
au..
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Somehow I trust the sculpture of this stranger captured amidst
a twisted grimace, too tender for frosts
and I adore the way it portrays the hint ..
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Prose
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reference points
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When all the things that should have been said go to the grave.
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monothingy
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Page masters Challenge #11 inspired by as you like it, and the word "if"
I can understand if you cant read this, I can hardly read it myself, so if i..
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