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Dogs of Spoor-Grey Turning Black

false confessions toppling earth stretching lines of false freedom about to be broken expressions sliding onto waiting red unhurriedly dogs meditating on the long winding roads illusions of space confessions of the sins of omission our grey hairs are turning black again-

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