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Jun 19
Low in the Brahma
Distrusting vase's gathered
In neither path was their Vishnu open
Illness of day, weeping guardians hanging, lies wagering the dowry.

Oldened oaks hiding hazelnut groves
Sought sadness wild dews
Pompeii hadn't wished sand painting
Paciniana's ballroom went without
Tender sprigs yawned below Kilkenny's pens

Swallowed bones parlour dealt in feathers guiding forward



Sharing wells as Scottish bogs mold our vanities in bonfires
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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