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The Lost Aeon

A rain-soaked afternoon in late September Brought back memories galore, Drenched to the skin, every wet pore Exasperates, enervates, suffusing A heightened sense of liquid agitation to my core. The tumultuous wind gnawing and ravishing The rabid landscape like a … Continue reading

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