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posted by name of the rose at 12:12 a.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
1 Comments:
I do believe you are poetry incarnated even the lines of your drawings flow. Don't ever stop sharing with us :o)
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