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*The water tosses saddles within the mist Scribbling a mesmerizing sunshine of gold The rest is in her head, as it tail spins Cold ankle shivers, waking waves of snow Easing the sniffling sipper's imprisonment Beneath the bungalow*
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
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*The water tosses saddles within the mist Scribbling a mesmerizing sunshine of gold The rest is in her head, as it tail spins Cold ankle shivers, waking waves of snow Easing the sniffling sipper's imprisonment Beneath the bungalow*
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
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