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Interference Clearance Atop a sky rise We were blind to his...
I have faced the questions of why and not to publish...
My heart doesn’t bleed For if it did I would be...
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Your fingers in my hair Your hand on my cheek Your...
Oh, the joy of pen and hand Coming together To create...