I don,t eat peaches anymore
behind the veil of twilight where shades of absurdity linger the night grows cold and a quilt of hope dares to drape itself across my shoulders a forge lies silent and firewood dormant and dry there could have been more roses but it is hard to find a decent shrine or glowing grace
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