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a maker's mark

There would certainly be a broken mold where creatures such as she are souled.

The heavens know what price is right, what places upon ocean eyes

I see it traveling across a nova's wake...

a maker's mark, just so...displayed.

Such array is seldom glimpsed against the black of night; the neverending.

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bobby-lee-hill
American
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Feb 6, 2017
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