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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. ~ Carl Sandburg
Meadow Was a Mistake
Meadow was a mistake.
They say she was born a cross breed of a hippie mother and a black market business man...
Ethereal
They are temporary.
You are legendary.