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sfalk

the ogre magi cast
riddle or poem: who is?
two by two brakes thé seal: thrones
I cannot choose from place,
yellow leaves running in the glas
It must fall as fall is fall
and the seasoned surrendering
and the age of the Wheel grinds
the ground around and around,
a mice the lonely M strands in the grass,
lost its ends, fingers and toes
as from the spider lotus
by his memories who fell into the well,




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Publicerad 2021-06-16 19:06



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