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dreaming of oceans – the nightingale escapes me

Water cry not for water tears are too precious to waste once we dreamed of oceans on Venus amidst spice-rich dunes water-sellers grow fat tears of conflict´╗┐ what use herbs without water we crossed oceans to make tea´╗┐ we are … Continue reading

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