Topic:
Lessons in History
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All women are not Queens
I know that, but this woman has a Queens in her heart I begin again. It is like verse of minstrels in an ancient voice it fills up my time. I speak in forecast well enough, the desires you wear forecasts also, we could not meet and speak of storms it is to recall that at one time we watched a storm. come in over the land tempest that comes from day to night before the spectacle is our lives |
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Topic:
Where Are You
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The touch
was the first to go. There had come to me a dare not from you dear mortal as I am, and you the lily's throat but pedals unfurl. Sun dances at the seams of the clouds. The sky to the north is calm, warm orange in the afterglow I gone to where the storm piles up. Leaving you as a flower that will soon reach the pinnacle of its bloom. |
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hello
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