I have an easy beauty one that is happy. I glide on the surface of winds. I glide on the surface of seas I have grown sentimental I no longer know the guide I no longer move silk over ice I am diseased flowers and stones I love the most chinese of nudes I love the most naked lapses of wings I am old but here I am beautiful And the shadow that flows from the deep windows Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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