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  • Aug 29, 2019
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Spied.. within the senescence: a contoured heart, in parallel it beats within the flickers of an overlapping sunspot I hear it's words that rustle to the fancied hiss, of a gas lantern sun the Grove.. sustains my peace am I the only one? 

 
 
 

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