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I would craft (Bamboo grove complete with figures and huts) Carved into an unfortunate ivory clawed from elephant hide (Hidden in forest watching the deer graze) But no, tumult of ideas, fleeting, jostling for position leak out into atmosphere. (Enforced abstinence decades of silence and sudden ear- bleeding amplification)
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
Of love and solitude I
I would craft (Bamboo grove complete with figures and huts) Carved into an unfortunate ivory clawed from elephant hide (Hidden in forest watching the deer graze) But no, tumult of ideas, fleeting, jostling for position leak out into atmosphere. (Enforced abstinence decades of silence and sudden ear- bleeding amplification)
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
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