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Wounds and magical cures
Ran from the wound of thunder.
Stitched the sores of the lightning.
Soared the city of lost dreams.
Danced behind the movie screen.
Searched in the black and white.
Painted colourful sight.
Stitched the sores of the lightning.
Soared the city of lost dreams.
Danced behind the movie screen.
Searched in the black and white.
Painted colourful sight.
Published 13th Nov 2018
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