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Vibrations

The paschal moon. It had been involved in? the palace intrigue. Night had faulted, the pain screams, when a scythe becomes a prima donna. You love to hate, kneading the grass. Daisies were waiting for the death dance to begin. Ah, the honeysuckle has a secret to share. Tonight moon was coming for honeymoon. The sap which had reached the lips of viola, had once burned the wings of the moth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 6/30/2016 9:32:00 AM
this one is also touching so deeply... ovw, what a write... will have to read many more of yours other day. Mesmerising!
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