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      ashen agony backgrounds
 dusty corners of mind spun sadistic within the ocean sky of boxed up dreams -- wrapped wistfully, saved just incase –- lighted smoke swirls serene across salt spray, battlefield borders, and over the cusp of our crescent moon. | |
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      How far down the well that is you does that bucket go before water is hit?  Interesting write.
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      truly a poeticMaster    | |
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| truly a poeticMaster   awwwwwwww thank you   wenchie: ou know I think with anything you have to hit bottom before you start to even think f eventually being quenched    thank you | |
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