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Surrounded by a warmth, a touch away from burning I had seen the gorgon            But                      He did not make me stone.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
Of summer days and lost memories
Surrounded by a warmth, a touch away from burning I had seen the gorgon            But                      He did not make me stone.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
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