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| Death of a Rose |
the smoke lifts from my mouth, nose, and mind it does have patterns written on a throw away page i wrote to you as i viewed you i staring at the mountainous clouds and walking with the wet grass wiping their tears of always upon my legless mind upon my ageless mind. . |
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| unhinged | shamatha | 180730 |