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Edison Pool Words are but slivers, that poke and prod, feelings to rise, from distant surfaces, where they dwell, in unseen pools of memories, stored...
Edison Pool Words are but slivers, that poke and prod, feelings to rise, from distant surfaces, where they dwell, in unseen pools of memories, stored...
Mangrove Grove Passion found me. It took hold of me. When I least expected. During a quiet moment, in between lighthearted banter, and earnest perseverance....
serene lady at peace Must words on paper show, the thoughts that flow. Or is it enough to know, that for a moment, an idea...
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