Pateresque in Extremis
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I remember, somehow, the vapours,
The smell of hay as strange music played,
A peculiar unveiling of notes,
As if a sculptor found a head in a block of stone,...
6 hours ago
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2 comments:
sadness feels like liquid ice flowing through my veins
For now,but not forever?
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