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Browsing the dim back corner; Of a musty antique shop; Opened an old book of poetry; Angels flew out from the pages; I caught the whiff of a soul; The ink seemed fresh as today; Was that voices whispering?; The tree of the paper still grows;
Pixie Foudre
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