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Once it was beautiful, and our skin knew warmth with mutual kindness and our eyes caught the sway of our hips; bodies in time to special rhythms. The song decayed over fallen seasons, vibrance drained from ceaseless chills and assumptions, melodies a crumbling discord. Roll the fruit of our endeavor from the patch and it […]

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