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megmoo1999

  • spinning spinning pot

    Spin spin the potters hand subtle flesh been moulded,when paint of olive licks upon me white surfaces turn golden.Full of wine I wait at table, humans sip me dry,Then I ...

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My tongue must tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart, concealing it, will break...
— Katherine, The Taming of the Shrew