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Jan 2019
the Shadows,
enslaved eternally,
jeer dull stigmas
and
roar glorified lies
through which
diminishing their angst
comes to no avail;
the Shadows
bathe in salty
puddles against sheets
Anastasia
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Anastasia  16/F/UK
(16/F/UK)   
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   Astral
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