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Feb 2022
the silvers of the moon
sing their song of winter,
exhilarating above the black
rock and distant trees, her
fire lights the night like a
street lamp, the shadows
thrown back, muted,
echoing the near-teary darks
of the clouds. i sit on the
window sill, look out,
breathe deep the midnight sky
built of love and winter rose.
beth fwoah dream boleyn
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beth fwoah dream boleyn  England
         Nitin Pandey, The Sick Red Carnation, Maddy, M-E, Aquilla and 36 others
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