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Sadness MoansĀ shooting pain lurches like a stranger in the blackest night where monsters live releasing their copies, swarming past, out of sight jealousy walks on rugged stones stealing from the gifted holding hands of small cactus plants until the desert sands are shifted behind their peering eyes a Judas runs to throw a stone […]
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