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it was a pinnacle of ideals every time it rained we tasted snow on our tongues and inside we pressed our cheeks to a fire and when discovering grass is the tip to woven roots, nimbly, we fashioned strands of earth into crowns that slipped away from our fingers before we were royal, before we created our kingdom
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
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it was a pinnacle of ideals every time it rained we tasted snow on our tongues and inside we pressed our cheeks to a fire and when discovering grass is the tip to woven roots, nimbly, we fashioned strands of earth into crowns that slipped away from our fingers before we were royal, before we created our kingdom
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Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
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