finished with beginnings,
gift of reds,
the ancient pain of folds
my bleating flock of wants has stopped
nothing left but weather
and my strange weight
beautiful/dangerous
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finished with beginnings,
gift of reds,
the ancient pain of folds
my bleating flock of wants has stopped
nothing left but weather
and my strange weight
Fabricated by Anonymous at 8:51:00 PM
...and then there was J
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