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Sunday, November 18, 2018
pineskeep
Heart pines in ye wooden keep
Caer lined in ogre acorns three tonne each
Blown bout on drafts fire fears
Cold oak slaps iron-melted
Blood steeps nether retracted stairs,
Times cape unravelled
Bye threads of silkwyrm dragons
Nest ridden harpy songs demolish
Iced o'er moat
As crosswyrd puzzles furrough yon
Zero's brow a fathomless prow
Knots dreamed ocean tresses hullbrushed
Rivets star reflecting badges
Witch watched wishwash heaving
Havens no hart fog ventures
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