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the crimson of a rose in the air leaving on a cold winter day in old pots on old tables spilling its petals onto the hallways and little rooms of sunlight. do the churches lead somewhere divine?
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
something to do with a dying flower on the countertop
the crimson of a rose in the air leaving on a cold winter day in old pots on old tables spilling its petals onto the hallways and little rooms of sunlight. do the churches lead somewhere divine?
FrancoAnz
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
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