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**The moon summoned howl. She heard it in her room.** *A velvet blanket covering her naked beauty Showing a peek of the majestic mountains; Slowly being uncovered by the heavenly bodies. Soft plum caps slowly rising, Soft valleys tender moist, Light rains from rubbing clouds. Thunder storms and waterfalls get along well in the forest. The valleys swell with Desire of human intervention. She heaved and moaned from the perfection of the unheard hedonism Silently screaming its way out From the undwelled cave.* **The valley produced flood of spring flowers Blooming in the dead of the night At the howl of the wolf.**
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
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**The moon summoned howl. She heard it in her room.** *A velvet blanket covering her naked beauty Showing a peek of the majestic mountains; Slowly being uncovered by the heavenly bodies. Soft plum caps slowly rising, Soft valleys tender moist, Light rains from rubbing clouds. Thunder storms and waterfalls get along well in the forest. The valleys swell with Desire of human intervention. She heaved and moaned from the perfection of the unheard hedonism Silently screaming its way out From the undwelled cave.* **The valley produced flood of spring flowers Blooming in the dead of the night At the howl of the wolf.**
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
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