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A lock,a bristle, a binding so narrow An intention, drawn back, then like the arrow Enthroned in the mind like the sister of three Share the libation before the tomb of Iphinoe
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Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
Insigno Equitibus Lupus
A lock,a bristle, a binding so narrow An intention, drawn back, then like the arrow Enthroned in the mind like the sister of three Share the libation before the tomb of Iphinoe
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Aug 5, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
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