montresor
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ice campsA Poem by montresorwoe is meand woe are thoselocked in cageschainedcoldalonehumanity in the pocketof the faux dove,sitting high atophis mighty thronea home built alonebl.. |
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ponderingA Poem by montresora wild imaginationyou havethinking, wondering, fantasizingponderingwhether you could truly be lovedsilly you |
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warm strangersA Poem by montresorlovesick |
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