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... stench ? - Your legs are tired of running . You have conspired to be here . The distance ripples like some clearer moving water . A deep breath beckons the moment , the moment waits , will not renege . Your heart moves into your legs ...
... stench ? - Your legs are tired of running . You have conspired to be here . The distance ripples like some clearer moving water . A deep breath beckons the moment , the moment waits , will not renege . Your heart moves into your legs ...
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... stench of tear gas floats in one nostril . . . . The mountains will not descend into the life : will not line the life with tiny flowers , will not fill the hollow cabinet of the abandoned life . He feels not quite faint and remembers ...
... stench of tear gas floats in one nostril . . . . The mountains will not descend into the life : will not line the life with tiny flowers , will not fill the hollow cabinet of the abandoned life . He feels not quite faint and remembers ...
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... stench and my lungs are scorched and I fear collapse and , even more , ennui , I would lie in my mind's idea of a green field . 2 When I lie in a green field , when the curve of hill swells in my low absorbent eye , when a tree steals ...
... stench and my lungs are scorched and I fear collapse and , even more , ennui , I would lie in my mind's idea of a green field . 2 When I lie in a green field , when the curve of hill swells in my low absorbent eye , when a tree steals ...
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