Steeven
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for an old road in an old townA Poem by Steeven |
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a fable not a lieA Poem by Steeven |
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on the tracks in court houseA Poem by Steeven |
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in diluted gardens my flowers growA Poem by Steeven |
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can i call you back laterA Poem by Steeven |
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to what do i owe the honourA Poem by Steevenunfinished |
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friend like pronounA Poem by Steeven |
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do the insects eat around tattoosA Poem by Steeven |
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