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| frAnk |
myhtical creature no one sees stepping forth from the mossy cave falling leaves hiding the entrance falling rain making the only music. she is breathing fire into a dark night lighting one dot in the distant oblivion. she is the star always there even when clouds are thick as the heavy cover of the past. she is there but we don't care becuase we don't want to know. oh we know. |
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