Poetry
Half Baked Poetry
Crossing by a half baked poetry I found it on the pan over Half dried fired woods of words Smoky all around Suffocation of my
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Crossing by a half baked poetry I found it on the pan over Half dried fired woods of words Smoky all around Suffocation of my
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