no veniceA Poem by winter;lyra
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do you have it panoramic madness lavish and ravaged barren peasant nameless, on the way to Venice tethered manners in a way oblivious could you be more hedious come along, spit it out in hebrew find kind with poisoned wine find route through the maze and pray me aside © 2019 winter;lyra |
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Added on April 9, 2019 Last Updated on April 9, 2019 Author
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