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Night is reticent and devious, the blue jays sang this morning, now we dwell with Orpheus, through the evening we lie in mourning. Twilight chattering through the trees, the owl echoes an omen, we perish in memories and never live our moments.

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DylanWhisman

20 / M

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DylanWhisman

20 / M

Published: Nov 10, 2017
Time: 1m

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