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Aug 2014
Apple, peach
doesn't matter
as long as whipped cream
splatters,
I dream of.

A slice, spread
on the beach of
passions paramount
matters.
I dream of.

Candles lit
flickering of
rewritten eyes see.
I dream of.

pleasant, can
you dream with me?
now that you see.
Dream with me.
wordvango
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wordvango
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       aivustianumus, --- and SPT
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