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Autogiros Poems - Poems about Autogiros


Rough Ridge
...The sound of the dying day.smoke billowing out of the bowl of grass and trees filling my nares.I stare at the grotesque image in front of me.The trees i have come to love now burn in a inferno that I......

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Categories: autogiros, america, dark, fear,
Form: Carpe Diem

Book: Reflection on the Important Things