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Dec 2012
Ice
There's a ghost in your cabin.
Messrs Johstone and Blanch
were hang in the snow lands,
but i am not bound
older than birch
heavens no longer favoured,
familiar yet strange
a certain askance necessitates in advance,
for any half truth confessed
beyond words.
topaz oreilly
Written by
topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
603
   Timothy and Hilda
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