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BelarusBirdy

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    I'm not who they think I am.Death girl is not a nice name.I'm not afraid of you anymore.You loved me,but like the earthloves the trees.not because youthink I'm beautiful (I ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
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Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light.
— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)