Thursday, 22 August 2013

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giveth a hand to venture, mot juste .
Tap shoulders of mountains caressed with clouds of lust 
Utmost 
Foresight then in time wild winds blow, tis the time of year 
novel it is with twists
Closely faraway 
> wolf 
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