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the fortuitous glance of the mercenary crow falls wayside onto the silver thread of the squirrel’s etching tail, carving glyphs into the whispering wind the caw the glint the acquisition a few drops of blood & a softening nest
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May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 7:04 PM UTC
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the fortuitous glance of the mercenary crow falls wayside onto the silver thread of the squirrel’s etching tail, carving glyphs into the whispering wind the caw the glint the acquisition a few drops of blood & a softening nest
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May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 7:04 PM UTC
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