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On hastily covered faces the icy lashes of water whipped. Figures braced against the roaring fury dark and surly in the boiling dread Through the pummelling and up the heights The rag tails catch the dying light Rose gold sculptures framed against a perfect blue sky
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Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
Storm
On hastily covered faces the icy lashes of water whipped. Figures braced against the roaring fury dark and surly in the boiling dread Through the pummelling and up the heights The rag tails catch the dying light Rose gold sculptures framed against a perfect blue sky
RandleFunk
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47/M/UK
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
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