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Ripples on dark and cold stone shores bring forward memory Near the lake, I seek out the path to dark waters Asleep not long ago, time has lost its tight hold Escape is disgrace.
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Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 12:59 PM UTC
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Ripples on dark and cold stone shores bring forward memory Near the lake, I seek out the path to dark waters Asleep not long ago, time has lost its tight hold Escape is disgrace.
lirau
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Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 12:59 PM UTC
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