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A sphinx riddles me this: Who sheds tears in the morning Crying, searching, instincts overtaking Before the noon hangs high, the clouds breaking Like the pimples upon their cheek Until all the rosy and blush is flushed Away with a pale, cold breath.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
sphinx
A sphinx riddles me this: Who sheds tears in the morning Crying, searching, instincts overtaking Before the noon hangs high, the clouds breaking Like the pimples upon their cheek Until all the rosy and blush is flushed Away with a pale, cold breath.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
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