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Apr 2019
Pebbles at seaside, jostled by surf
set down with care, to rest on earth.

White spume covers an infinite field
a gossamer shroud o'er beauties yield.

Stillness between us, the heaven and earth
fog hangs low, her right by birth.

And yet hills break, great green shields
and precede sharp mountains, the pantheons bield.
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biggestjoke  24/M
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