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Brontes

  • My Boy

    My boy aren’t you tiredOf resting upon cold rocks?Please wake up, for your own good,Before your wisdomSpontaneously combusts.When was the last timeThat you beheld the rising of a crimson sun?When ...

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The world is your oyster. Well, it’s my oyster, but you can have some of it.
— Feltrix