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Second DollAllyssa Wolfah bridge comes on its way gut don't demand that they lilies speak, as far eye was shipped writhink da strick'd science according to them chamber of clouds eye was an air of flesh, torch-blue du ever see eyes like some insides of it slave trader's boot? there mine devoted among are deer ein made herte among they grey whipping grasses eye was Allyssa Wolf Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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