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Writing
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About MeAn Open Book on a Slab of Stone
a wind that walks between the eaves and turns the pages of my life the sands of time they slowly fall i know me much and not at all. |
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Writing
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About MeAn Open Book on a Slab of Stone
a wind that walks between the eaves and turns the pages of my life the sands of time they slowly fall i know me much and not at all. |