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Πerd ambrosic
... she feeds from the juice that is my wits My lead, her cue..the wisdom of the gods On her bosom I draft my lazy tombstone Unapologetic i...
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The world goes into slumber as i struggle to for a fortune age aint as they say a number And luck has no perfume A life full of burden...
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Y es, she says in her goddess tone, as she did the first day. As the wind blew the hem of her cloth envious of the sand Beneath her feet, ...
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