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fading mist desperate hands can no longer cling to the rising sun dew settles as dew does small deer find tasteful treats between the trees a rabbit stirs rays of light hit the lingering souls of water wondering where to go so they throw a party and invite seven colors to join them. I unbuckle my pants to **** and just barely miss a flower.
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 8:10 AM UTC
trodding with mother earth
fading mist desperate hands can no longer cling to the rising sun dew settles as dew does small deer find tasteful treats between the trees a rabbit stirs rays of light hit the lingering souls of water wondering where to go so they throw a party and invite seven colors to join them. I unbuckle my pants to **** and just barely miss a flower.
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Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 8:10 AM UTC
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