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LitWeekend3 years ago

Will a man’s sadness ever cease? And all at once be at peace?              Shall a man’s toil be worthless,              When his winter is ruthless? Could a charm be

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LitWeekend4 years ago

I long to sing the song of the sun;Run wild barefooted on the sun-dried grass;Pluck and suck on the sun-kissed berriesUntil my lips turn into dark budding roses.I want my

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