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It takes tales to run along past the mast of the unseen flag the one that comes and flies along after decades of the lost light flights and unending ghostly journies the freedom recovers the day wrapped up on the winter cruise bruised by the western winds on the gravel country lanes where soil is the only savior upon amber- brown rusty folds past reason why the sun rises beyond the cradle of the waning moon
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
The cradle of the waning moon
It takes tales to run along past the mast of the unseen flag the one that comes and flies along after decades of the lost light flights and unending ghostly journies the freedom recovers the day wrapped up on the winter cruise bruised by the western winds on the gravel country lanes where soil is the only savior upon amber- brown rusty folds past reason why the sun rises beyond the cradle of the waning moon
SassyJ
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
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