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Thought #10
... Roses are wilting And my love for her Monsoon she returns but Needless to say Miles from home ...
Brother mine | A Sketch
Tongue-tied | A Found Poetry
Solemn gaze serving a whisper of the infinite, The second blessing bewildered crowd, The sea of faces immobile, The tabernacle of flesh meditating, No longer the warm flesh;
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