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Dante973
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May 2022
2 years ago
Submitted Poems 1 total
The unknownSo many chills of the wind blown. It's noise like a rushing train to a distant land. We know not where it goes. The course untrustworthy and its tracks hover over the land. From north to south, east to west, our compasses are without purpose and our... | 2 Views added 2 years ago | Rating |
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