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Asomatous 11 Feb 2017 Tag: I Ære

A Isolat

May i sit at your caves skyveined claw tips cloudward toes buried in your litho sphere You need not move, nor peer from bending thorns, nor walk the road to find me for it's your land i adore; the beckons of wood moonlight bergamoted in dusk, the trace of pawprints what...

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