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Apr 2018
Earnestly
My hands tingle with a sense I have not felt.
Eyelids flutter at a wink of eternity.
The hope is excruciating.
I am Bewitched by the perplexing enigma to ensue.
Written by
anna francesca
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         L T Caulfield, A Simillacrum and JL Smith
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