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Jan 2022
Some field of ancient roses—
They all looked down on me:
Glew white stars to heaven's
Windows, and golden-rimed clouds
That sonorously speak
Written by
Diesel  19/M
(19/M)   
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     Ciel Noir, SUDHANSHU KUMAR and Sonorant
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