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so far, on along; wasting.

and here had you to come along again, to turn but rut down-in again. why of purpose bound-to-barter by the wind in ragged motion; trees don't sway, but, more-so, break and fray when antithetic priest-like figures moan-chant away the now, the new, that coming for-into a wounded day. a channel/offair.
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Moroccan
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Sep 19, 2017
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