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  • B.D. Hildreth
    • May 10, 2017
    • 1 min read

Waiting Room


We are what we are by the death of a star; And how Is by the intense mix of elements; Where is mostly because that which is frozen, thaws; Who is much more trickier than just me, she, him and her; But why is the bear of the who, what, when, where

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