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Read Poetry: Don’t Paint the Roses, by A. Gouedard

she remembered she was falling reaching for a cake crumb swallowing a draught that completely turned her head   she was running round the roses painting red and white challenging the chess board to maneuvers in the dark   she … Continue reading

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