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Sky Peals; or Brutalist In
On these top-heavy mood swing, moonshine days between the two best seasons of the four we’ve (allegedly) been getting for our annual ration ...
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On these top-heavy mood swing, moonshine days between the two best seasons of the four we’ve (allegedly) been getting for our annual ration ...
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Whilst Walking Through the Fields in May Whilst walking through the fields in May The fields of misty morning dew I saw the sunlight paint t...
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Falling away from the shoreline Proud on the chattering swell I'd carve up an arc around Agecroft Two rings of my bicycle bell Magenta o...
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