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Jan 29, 2022 at 3:51pm
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Strange fingers reach for the sky Each digit an expression of chill silver glints, one wonders 'why?' looking closer, we see the frill snowy ice will simply cling and sigh bearing the weight for good or ill the dark branches moan and cry that icy beauty that can break and kill
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[FREE GARDEN] Free Poetry Plug · 01-27-22 10:54am
by In the manGer(vic), He sleeps
Re: [FREE GARDEN] Free Poetry Plug · 01-29-22 3:59pm
by Sherasi
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