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Low in the Brahma Distrusting vase's gathered In neither path was their Vishnu open Illness of day, weeping guardians hanging, lies wagering the dowry. Oldened oaks hiding hazelnut groves Sought sadness wild dews Pompeii hadn't wished sand painting Paciniana's ballroom went without Tender sprigs yawned below Kilkenny's pens Swallowed bones parlour dealt in feathers guiding forward Sharing wells as Scottish bogs mold our vanities in bonfires
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
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Low in the Brahma Distrusting vase's gathered In neither path was their Vishnu open Illness of day, weeping guardians hanging, lies wagering the dowry. Oldened oaks hiding hazelnut groves Sought sadness wild dews Pompeii hadn't wished sand painting Paciniana's ballroom went without Tender sprigs yawned below Kilkenny's pens Swallowed bones parlour dealt in feathers guiding forward Sharing wells as Scottish bogs mold our vanities in bonfires
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
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