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Post by thefleetsin on Mar 28, 2017 15:09:14 GMT
yearning to be cree
while everyone thought the smoking guns had long since silenced the sons of kingdoms won i translated the words of the god sun whose flares recount each and every one of the claims you stake into the hearts of humans everywhere for we are the dust clouds and the stars are going no where any time soon.
this is why i howl at the moon.
sjw 03/28/17 inspired at this very moment in time by the simmering.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems
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