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"enshrouds" poems
Since you've been away I've trailed the wake of the clouds Just crumbling clay... That lay in the shade that enshrouds Depending on the ifs and mays.    Wake up, my love... Since you haven't been here The sky did nothing but only sang Ambient translations of mocks and jeers As the green blades of earth bared their fangs Mischievous songs that I've held dear.      Wake up, my love... Since you've been gone I've realised that I'm not moving And you too, haven't moved since last dawn A reality all too disheartening Bits of me all cut up and sawn.          Wake up my love... Since you've been missing I am never whole, and never will A lifetime of endless chasing Bottomless jar without a seal Void clustered emptiness in need of filling.             Wake up, my love... Since you've been absent I could only hope for this lungful To lead me to subsequent Ones that taste like bitter pills encapsuled. Mind full of drugs running rampant.                Wake up, my love... Since you wouldn't have known What these days are like... Time induced tumours have grown The hours impale with temporal spikes... Inseminating malignant thoughts soon to be sown.                   Wake up, my love... Since you've been away I'm a player hoping for a fair game Nonetheless still crumbling clay... That lay in the dark just the same Choking on the what ifs and what mays.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Wake Up, My Love
...a diary of the falling dominoes chapter invisibly dying from the inside out no one is looking into unseen eyes no one can hear a muted voice fading no one is close enough to be near the deafening thrums echo anxieties’ racing heartbeat within morphing flesh shell , gasping for new breath in a hovering stale silence from a distance the broken mirror ricochets a subdued light ; much closer the reflection reveals someone I once knew by heart now an unrecognizable mask enshrouds a terminal emptiness inconspicuous at a fleeting glance , impossible to discern what storms rage from the inside out ,... unnoticed   an uncontained wildfire smoldering within,  lies in wait for the imminent winds of change to fan the flames into the final eternal silent ashes a poet reaches out demurely offering a candid look into the window of the imperfect human soul there is no poetry met by indifference just gathered unread words scribbled, squandered time dripped slowly on an empty page ; moments turn into days days turned into years invisibly dying from the inside out an unfinished life trickles out like seeping blood evanescing from a bottomless puncture wounding ... penetrating the heart, leaching out the slow death of a poet for poetry is only words unless they touch someone ... befallen to indifference is poetic death by salted paper cuts ... a muting suffocation that hiddenly erodes away, silencing the passion of a musing soul one unread word at a time ... © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
The Slow Death of a Poet
...a diary of the falling dominoes chapter invisibly dying from the inside out no one is looking into unseen eyes no one can hear a muted voice fading no one is close enough to be near the deafening thrums echo anxieties’ racing heartbeat within morphing flesh shell , gasping for new breath in a hovering stale silence from a distance the broken mirror ricochets a subdued light ; much closer the reflection reveals someone I once knew by heart now an unrecognizable mask enshrouds a terminal emptiness inconspicuous at a fleeting glance , impossible to discern what storms rage from the inside out ,... unnoticed   an uncontained wildfire smoldering within,  lies in wait for the imminent winds of change to fan the flames into the final eternal silent ashes a poet reaches out demurely offering a candid look into the window of the imperfect human soul there is no poetry met by indifference just gathered unread words scribbled, squandered time dripped slowly on an empty page ; moments turn into days days turned into years invisibly dying from the inside out an unfinished life trickles out like seeping blood evanescing from a bottomless puncture wounding ... penetrating the heart, leaching out the slow death of a poet for poetry is only words unless they touch someone ... befallen to indifference is poetic death by salted paper cuts ... a muting suffocation that hiddenly erodes away, silencing the passion of a musing soul one unread word at a time ... © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
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The distance ever so touchable Yet you're still far afield The glimmering glitter in your blissful Translucent almond irises Waiting to deviate from them Yet they have imprinted themselves Now affiliated with my heart Seeing your lips brimming brightly Rejuvenating your flawless visage Embodying my love Not even half your beauty Inwardly made you mine Realistically destined for another Drastic jaundiced waves Crashing the shores of heartbreak Sentiments Thus the eminent work of Patience Silence Benevolence Enshrouds my blooming admiration For you Unfastening my feigned ethos For you I comprehend the significance of dignity and family But my love Ceaseless and eternal But my love Yours only
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
Secret Admirer
Dilapidated, I hang on the precipice of perdition. My lacerated synapses, struggle to usurp the assailant who created my beautiful crimson demise. I'm weary of being ostensibly content, with all of this malice and prating that enshrouds me. Lets not mask this with useless euphemism. I'll make this as equivocal as I can. Its time for this dalliance to end. Its time I end my diminutive existence.
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Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 11:49 PM UTC
Fatal Presage
A shadow stumbles through the chaos - though nothing stands between the moon, the shattered icons and blasted houses. Conjured from the exhaust of ceaseless agitation, the specter enshrouds both the entranced and the exalted. This billowing aberration - the embodiment of fears brewed from loathing - has no substance or perception. A ravenous void, it slouches and bends towards the gilded Calvary of conviction's end. Tom Spencer © 2017
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
Darkness Drops Again
I see no other endless tomorrow than To lie face to face with you On a bed of lavenders and violets. The cool sun magnifies The verdant fields in your eyes And the radiant shadows of my hair. Morning breeze enshrouds our bodies Sustained by flames more eternal than Vesta’s. Here forever after In my ideal world. If I felt hunger it shall not last long, For there are nectars from the giant continent that is you. If you knew thirst it shall be quenched, Just drink from my hidden wells and fountains. But remember that I’m not like the ancient Eve And you can only be the Adam in our own accord. The butterflies or birds won’t shame me. The grasses or trees won’t complain. For loving you is the only truth In my ideal world. My hands are here to heal and amuse you, As long as your arms embrace me from harm. We own only the lips and ears Where sweet sounds pass by To lull as to dream or memorize We’ll not know starless night of horror, The way the moon becomes our constant watcher. We’ll fear no lightning or thunder of wrath For the rain will be our noble preserver. Come and stay In my ideal world. We don’t have to worry about Sunday Or think of God to pray. Nature is our divine link to the cosmos, And us the perpetual worship fleshed out. Celestial or earthly we need not know For this is the spot where boundaries depart. But all these remain as bright colors in my head Unless you key in yourself in my mind And enshrine me to your heart. Our story can be written by our breath On petals and foliage of existence to this place. Somewhere we can call ours, Come and take My ideal world.
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Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 2:16 AM UTC
In My Ideal World
I see no other endless tomorrow than To lie face to face with you On a bed of lavenders and violets. The cool sun magnifies The verdant fields in your eyes And the radiant shadows of my hair. Morning breeze enshrouds our bodies Sustained by flames more eternal than Vesta’s. Here forever after In my ideal world. If I felt hunger it shall not last long, For there are nectars from the giant continent that is you. If you knew thirst it shall be quenched, Just drink from my hidden wells and fountains. But remember that I’m not like the ancient Eve And you can only be the Adam in our own accord. The butterflies or birds won’t shame me. The grasses or trees won’t complain. For loving you is the only truth In my ideal world. My hands are here to heal and amuse you, As long as your arms embrace me from harm. We own only the lips and ears Where sweet sounds pass by To lull as to dream or memorize We’ll not know starless night of horror, The way the moon becomes our constant watcher. We’ll fear no lightning or thunder of wrath For the rain will be our noble preserver. Come and stay In my ideal world. We don’t have to worry about Sunday Or think of God to pray. Nature is our divine link to the cosmos, And us the perpetual worship fleshed out. Celestial or earthly we need not know For this is the spot where boundaries depart. But all these remain as bright colors in my head Unless you key in yourself in my mind And enshrine me to your heart. Our story can be written by our breath On petals and foliage of existence to this place. Somewhere we can call ours, Come and take My ideal world.
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Come walk through the grains with me Sand shimmering like stars Constellations of symmetry See them join and split apart Come watch over new stars with me Sparks dancing in our eyes Starlight like you could never see Make our home among the skies Come paint these skies blue with me Hide and seek between the clouds Dive right into a stormy sea Roam unseen depths darkness enshrouds Come make mountains move with me Paint monumental worlds A playground of pure fantasy Watch your minds power unfurl Come and wander this world with me Adventure awaits the bold Surmount a cliff or climb a tree What mysteries do cities hold? Come fly to the stars with me Let's make this journey never end I'll be the boat to your sea All you will need is a pen
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
The Writer's Invitation
i have found i have found what i have found what you taste like you taste like the rusty feathers of a sighing ocean tempest. like the . you taste like a shower of stars crackling on the belly of the night. white and stiff and minute and. like taste you i. salty. and. put my skin on yours the most supreme dominion of sudden heart beats sanguine pump loose strands of limbs tangled. you,i,taste like you taste like a burst of life in the arteries of the still sons. a delicious BLOSsom slippery petals finger split. like the rain. do you taste. falling. enshrouds the crown of my devotions. flavor riot ! y.ou are taste like i like to taste you) like the sun likes to taste the mountain girls breast crumbs jutting pink. pleasure crumbles from your shivering. and how are your bones so diligently under your skin? and i lick them. and they are mine. for but a moment. but i am yours till quiets the stutter of my flittering red muscles; .
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Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
XII
my head in the clouds the clouds in the sky what the clouds enshrouds is the way the sun shines on your face your eyes your smile the faint shadow of your dimples clearing the clouds that shrouds so I can see you and only you
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Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC
shrouds
. Mist languidly enshrouds me, playfully floating it cuddles, Half heard echoes of love, ribbons of yearning so soft. With your delicate face in my sleep I am dreaming with beauty. With your heart beat in my sleep I am dreaming with love. With your gentle voice in my dreams I am sleeping with whispers. © Pagan Paul (12/01/17)
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
Dreams Most Sweet
Calling out into the canyon, Echoing, echoing, echoing. Sometimes I think I'll die there in the morning light, but then-- a Buzzing. You ask if I'm coming home. I hear the rumbling of the semi trucks and they sound so tired. They sound like me. The Gray enshrouds me and it gets hard to breathe. I think about that night so often. I thought we would be a Long time but you disappeared right before my eyes. Steam rising from my flesh, with my last breath I ask you to stay; you remind me that I held the blade. When the shards of glass Pierced your skin I felt the Stinging alongside you. Mouth gone Dry, at last I see how my love turned Blind for nothing more than a Flicker and a Shadow.
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
Provo, UT 15:16
Great hawk enshrouds tiny ring; swallowing silence in the reflection of spring; Your shadow bemoans my gentle home; where wax wings and iron legs of sternness roam. Between shattered glass and petal's dance whose schadenfreude--makes you sound like an *** Oh, what a ******* intellectual chore when even poetry doesn't make sense anymore.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
On Pretense and Lack of Substance
When will you be home: When Spring's on, When Summer's done, When Fall is all in color, Or Winter's white enshrouds us? I'm waiting here alone With longings to dress you, Arms to caress you, Before you leave again. Yet, you will return. Are you yourself there, Somewhere, but not here, Where family waits. Let your fears Drip off your brimming shoulders. Here start your missions, End remissions, Renew your heavy heart. Home is where you Learned to walk, Learned to talk To eat and read; All you'd need When you leave. Here you feel Most secure; Knowing friends are closer Than they were before; This side of the outside door. Here is where the hearts are, Without the worry Of hurly-burly. Who will bring you home? You'll find shelter elsewhere - A Pagoda or a condo nest - But home is where Your soul finds rest.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Who Will Bring You Home
Let me be near you In the comfort of your countenance The wind softly swirling your tendrils of hair Waves of sunlight land on your eyes Almond shaped glow Like a cat crouching Beneath the bed Measured movements Measured breaths Drawing surroundings inside yourself Passing interpretations onto me Let me listen to you Blinking and shining our eyes locked in embrace Speaking more loudly than the tongue But making way for the tongue Words that unite and ignite Increasing breadth Permission to hope, trust and believe In this world One more time Lingering, holding the moment Heart soaring from understanding Let me touch your face Graze the heat and texture that enshrouds All that is you. Let me inside Our spirits commune Smile over us Inviting “Taste and discover!” Who we have become Who we are becoming Recognition of this stranger Stopping by on his way through time
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
He Wrote Quietly in the Front Seat of the Bus
Subtly and quietly, uncertainty has recaptured its place in my mind. Just as soon as I thought I was happy, When I thought the sun was shinning over the horizon, The gloomy impenetrable clouds of uncertainty and indecision return into my view. I know that somewhere beyond these clouds there is light. But, why must the clouds stand in the way? Why must they frequently return? Please, let me be. Let me enjoy. Put my mind at ease, and allow me to feel fervently. Allow my emotions to ravish me in pure ecstasy. Let the light consume every single part of me. Fill me light, until my cup is overwhelmed. Inundate every part of me! I beg, and I plea! Light, please take me! Allow me to soar past the darkness that constantly captures me, that enshrouds me, that eviscerates the entirety of me! Please, ominous and petrifying clouds of indecision and uncertainty… Please… let me be happy. - j.m
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
Light, ravish me...
Exists Exquisitely My Heart By: The Author Exists exquisitely my heart Livid liquid living art Serenely simple soft and sure Perfect power pounding pure Miseries unbidden rise Stealing love with lovely lies Draining me of all but dreams Pain unending ever seems Brightly bone is bound about Structured on the insides out Softly skin enshrouds my soul Stitching of my parts a whole Where then can I meaning find? In my eyes? My hands? My mind? Surely more must surely lie? Wove within the depth of I? Other organs orchestrate Myriad movements never late Clockwork; every action spells Symphonies composed of cells Never more to simply be Mere existing ever me Letting languid life flow by Never caring where or why Fingers move with majesty Eyes a sea of what I see Sinew slips in silence strong Ears, my essence, sing a song Hope, in blood, unfettered flows Pulsing life, that living, grows Truth is writ in all life's pains "Life lives yet within your veins" For more see: ~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
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Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:24 AM UTC
Exists Exquisitely My Heart
I am made a peeping tom a voyuer shunned by moon and stars the darkness enshrouds my form a cloak to hide my tears and scars your image danced I fained away afraid the shadows mask my fear the curtains drawn the night light dimmed dowsing me as I stand alone knowing you're near I turn to leave and kiss the breeze with hope that your open window will receive for as Romeo I am undone no Juliet to share this love and so I leave I am made a peeping tom a voyuer a lover lost to late night needs so if er' you need a friend a lover know soft a heart for you here bleeds
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 7:14 AM UTC
Lover or Stalker
falling down into the pit, tumble my stones into the gravely grave, where my heart pours a sieve, where rain falls down in sheets, enshrouds my truth. my seething, growling, gnawing tiger caged in her corner, spits into my dark night; she's ready to pounce. i thought i'd tamed the beast, but she was only waiting in shadows. now backed into her corner, she strikes her razors across my face. i bleed onto packed dirt floor. tiger's eyes glow green.
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
tumbled again
A solemn black sun enshrouds these lands Darkness seeks my spirit Oh echoes of this darkness haunt
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Black Sun
that feeling where your stomach sinks and your body betrays you in your time of need when glass runs through your veins and the mirror before you is broken and black this is when the monsters crawl out from under your bed and the nightmares you laid to rest haunt your dreams when she is in everyones arms but mine and you can see nothing but the future you never had laughing in your face as you feel like you could crawl out of your skin finding comfort in the impermanence of the cigarettes smoke thats dangling from your lips smoked until the embers are all gone out how can you feel the sun on your face when your past enshrouds you in a fog so thick pulling you back to the places you tried to escape are you to jaded to love to hardened to care apathy the emptiness of nothing how have you gotten here how can you leave do you want to leave this feast on your soul as your mind rots and your future slides from your fingers and from your bones looking at all youll never have a minute an hour a day a lifetime too late and theres no way to change the present no way to relive the past and no way to stop the inexorable march of time to the future where is the future you never had why are you hesitating on the bridge, the cliff the jump the fall and the most exhilarating moments of your life before the end. nothing there is nothing to be afraid of coward ********* labels that mean nothing only skeletons in the closet hid under the new paint the false cheer and the hatred you feel when everything is ok i want things to be broken this is how it feels to be alone
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:18 PM UTC
a reflection of self
that feeling where your stomach sinks and your body betrays you in your time of need when glass runs through your veins and the mirror before you is broken and black this is when the monsters crawl out from under your bed and the nightmares you laid to rest haunt your dreams when she is in everyones arms but mine and you can see nothing but the future you never had laughing in your face as you feel like you could crawl out of your skin finding comfort in the impermanence of the cigarettes smoke thats dangling from your lips smoked until the embers are all gone out how can you feel the sun on your face when your past enshrouds you in a fog so thick pulling you back to the places you tried to escape are you to jaded to love to hardened to care apathy the emptiness of nothing how have you gotten here how can you leave do you want to leave this feast on your soul as your mind rots and your future slides from your fingers and from your bones looking at all youll never have a minute an hour a day a lifetime too late and theres no way to change the present no way to relive the past and no way to stop the inexorable march of time to the future where is the future you never had why are you hesitating on the bridge, the cliff the jump the fall and the most exhilarating moments of your life before the end. nothing there is nothing to be afraid of coward ********* labels that mean nothing only skeletons in the closet hid under the new paint the false cheer and the hatred you feel when everything is ok i want things to be broken this is how it feels to be alone
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I sit atop a mountain and beneath a tree reveling in ecstasy as I gaze upon the divine. It is here that God chose to experience itself.  From the snow dusted slopes, to the lightly coated trees, all is as it should be. My eyes journey from the frozen water particles to the plant life struggling to keep its heat above a crystalline sea, and onward to the mist that enshrouds the mountain….I cannot help but stare in wonder at the spectacle of god presenting itself in its many fractal forms. Solidified energy falls softly in an attempt to build itself ever higher.   The transference of purity puts on a show for those souls with open eyes. Above me is a comforting blanket of particles, falling, crying out as they land “I am!” Emanating from the most minute pine leaf to the mountain itself arises a silent shout of existence.  It is here that I may be at peace, with the ever present reminder that everything simply is. How would it be if a snowflake judged itself…would it be judged by its tumultuous formation?  how conclusive it's landing? or the quality of its travels?   Nay, it forsakes judgement because its perfection is stated quite firmly in the present moment.  Here above the cities and in the mountains it is cold.   Paradoxically, it is here where I am stripped bare and proclaim myself warm and free.  Thank you life.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
Mountainmedit-cation
synagogue bells jar and outside is the color of green, mist enshrouds moss macadamized in young wall; beating back to lips, a paler hue of scorched red, a moment twists, hurries back to the shell of a modest hour, rearing in its tender arms, tantric *** of rain and tendril. tenuous wind swiftly purloins sound submerging the world in picker-patter, the moon fronts and the sun behind — this is my world and within its breast, the riverrun stride in between stone packs its smell of mud clotheslines full with heavy fabric weighed down to intent and inertia, dragged down to sleep and dream as the hourly siren tolls somewhere that does not have a beacon, a name even, blaming only the shadow frittering back to its console, pinning us down to the calm weather we sing about in the afternoon — reaping in the twilight, a cold-mouthed Hefeweizen!
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Toll
Listlessness enshrouds me. Nothing enraptures me. Boredom prevails. Still summer nights lead to a lassitude so entombed, even retiring to bed is exhaustion. Too much time on my hands holds me in a torpor. Indolent indifference infects me, and all that I touch. I'd like to find excitement but even that is too much hard work. I sit by the river, watch it sluggishly move, dip my toe, then my feet, soon I'm almost submerged. Ophelia like I dance on the drifting water. Wearily I watch the shore disappear, under a moon that is now my chandelier. And an ennui now lost, to a drowning reverie.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
Ennui
*how far i must travel into the bowels of my land to recapture that castle 'once more unto the breach...once more'* i see you there trying your best to obscure, your hulking frame still enshrouds my mind yet, 'tis i who pierce the veil this time your own night terrors, will soon reveal fear and tremble, dragon your storybook enchantments draw quick their close i will smite you down with my raging pen my hounds have sniffed you out i am no longer your enchanted princess, fumbling with stolen jewels in your dank lair you no longer have refuge in my cave this land, my noble birthright i'm coming for you next, thieving one i will take my careful aim and you? you shall hear my crack of doom
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Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 11:09 PM UTC
soon breaks the siege
What is love one can not just measure Its an eternal bond of pain and pleasure Beauty my sweetheart is eternal treasure Solace of heart and satisfaction of leisure My love I have lost my heart,and my soul My heart has been taken away by your mole My deity in temple your praise is my role Your attraction has taken me in your control White like snow and soft like white clouds Please take me along I am in merciless crowds Embrace me and take me in your enshrouds If love becomes lunatic beauty eagerly shrouds Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
Eternal Treasure