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She’d walk up with all the graciousness of spilled paint A glass of wine for a long day Who has developed my room in sepia? We’d missed the festival Mixing in the kitchen, a flannel excitement Why did we ever take that walk? I’ll never know why
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Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC
Two-Thousand and Odd
She’d walk up with all the graciousness of spilled paint A glass of wine for a long day Who has developed my room in sepia? We’d missed the festival Mixing in the kitchen, a flannel excitement Why did we ever take that walk? I’ll never know why
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Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC
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