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home = www.epicdewfall.ca
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| Every ten days a starving mind. Finds one with mourned relief. In a portion smaller than kind. How rare is the sworn belief. |
People are the boldest landscapes. And where I fear to run. If I wake from ocean sand shapes. I must have met someone. |
