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Aug 2017
I watch the grass bend to
The winds heed,
golden waves, over the acre "lies"
There is no thunder without lightening,
it breaks the skies
Darkness calls
the moon hides
False mothers
into eternity
sing us to sleep
with lulla-lies~A
Gidgette
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Gidgette  UnReality
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