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Paradise Lost

a small girl serious cycles determined down a lane; two crows flood over a dark meadow, fast, slight, and a cold rock filled with gassers and haters rolls round the sun; good reasons to deny this iced and distant ball

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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