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puppetpoet commented on the post, separate 1 year ago
I want my yolks and whites separate on the plate. My winters my summers. Everything with distinction. Clear, beautiful, not confusing
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puppetpoet commented on the post, gladiator 1 year ago
golden like song he says he is strong, but old, like the sun. Will he carry me to a world of no troubles. No. No. No. I say it is mine to harbour
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puppetpoet wrote about the word chance 1 year, 8 months ago
Take it. Follow the green path overgrown with moss winding down the valley to the river flowing red in a tidal surge. Birds circle the brimming, frothing mass of water
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puppetpoet and
cc are now friends 1 year, 10 months ago
hi
