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
posted by name of the rose at 2:16 a.m.
Lone swan -oh the soul-on a lake's alabaster field.Which is the sky, the snow?
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Lone swan
-oh the soul-
on a lake's alabaster field.
Which is the sky, the snow?
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