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It's 4 in the Morning, DearA Poem by Zmy dear, its too early for that im only here, whats the worry? please put it down, my darling whatever it is youre holding our fortress of sh.. |
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冬 (Wintertime)A Poem by ZDays wanderingPassing through filtersFeet no longer peekingHiding beneath covers"It's overwhelming, you see.""I get sick of it," they sayComparing to .. |
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