And every jagged river, every bleak star collide in the winding wrinkle tonight, wandered for rusted years only to spar with memories, then tied across our hindsight.
Nigel Paolo Grageda
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And every jagged river, every bleak star collide in the winding wrinkle tonight, wandered for rusted years only to spar with memories, then tied across our hindsight.
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