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Lusty turf

Her wrinkled hands touched the rusted strings of an old guitar,slivered chords rumbled creating unsung melodies. A graveyard bloomed in festivity, daffodils carpeted the ground, as lusty turf  greedily awaited to replay the games of bodies. In denial  spirits gazed in … Continue reading

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