Against the rose petals my broken mind lay Between the ribs of the cold metal my soul sways As I sail I sail faraway Against the currents of the fiercest storm I am leading myself to the place I belong Through hell and heaven...
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in the rain in the autumn when a new life has taken root in the husk of ancestry i...
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It’s nine already. You have three and a half hours today – to do anything, be...
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She held the patient eye of the poet gazing into an impossible future across oceans...
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