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My hand, a conveyance. I travelled on comely veins which took me to winsome unfathomed dwelling his bag of bones is blessed with. Dragging in his raw redolent; travelling again. He is an endless journey.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
Travelling
My hand, a conveyance. I travelled on comely veins which took me to winsome unfathomed dwelling his bag of bones is blessed with. Dragging in his raw redolent; travelling again. He is an endless journey.
I wrote this on his body and his fragrance , it makes me feel as if I'm on a continuous travel.
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18/F/India
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
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