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She asks, only her whispered depths How will it end Irish poet? Irish inklings are to know Water is opening your mind I have a coffee Paris, love you My home at seas in ruined fogs Catch of quill, melting sod
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Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC
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She asks, only her whispered depths How will it end Irish poet? Irish inklings are to know Water is opening your mind I have a coffee Paris, love you My home at seas in ruined fogs Catch of quill, melting sod
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kevin-8
44/M/california
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC
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