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at the tip of cloudy fingers on our sky's hand lies a rainbow insensate like a mortal band basking in its own glory does the image fade in the steps of own reflection beauties of world fade
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
mortal rainbow
at the tip of cloudy fingers on our sky's hand lies a rainbow insensate like a mortal band basking in its own glory does the image fade in the steps of own reflection beauties of world fade
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
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