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Walk the waking streets In yawning air Draw near, to my soft pacing Turning in Behind tear-filmed eyes Now closed Be still And whistle in a breath Taste indifferent air Your fate held A moment There Until the hour's redress I onward roll my stone

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TomDoubty

43 / M / UK

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TomDoubty

43 / M / UK

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Mar 13, 2025

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