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Feb 2019
As the crimson sun sets upon her cyanic eyes,
I'm lost to the reverberations of entropy they incite,
Were if not for these amalgamations of indigo illuming its disguise,
Forevermore would this ethereal dalliance imbue into the night.
HD
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     MartaOnche, Khoisan, --- and yellowpotato
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