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Aug 2013
whispers of mauve shadows concealed by a tinted haze of amber colored macaroni.
sometimes I glance towards the east and  my rocking chair creaks and until my ambitions and dreams have evolved into an Ameoba of intelligence, the table is still set for ambitioned dance
sirish Yerrapragada
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sirish Yerrapragada  Georgia
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