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Where soulless white shades hang. The tempest of breath Clings around these hung effigies.. Drying them of sweet nectars fluid.. Even though evaporated the essence of summer lingers.
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
Hanging, Evaporated Senses
Where soulless white shades hang. The tempest of breath Clings around these hung effigies.. Drying them of sweet nectars fluid.. Even though evaporated the essence of summer lingers.
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
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