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Oblivion’s grace DEREK TURNER

Oblivion’s grace DEREK TURNER In the deadness of Dove Wing Mrs. Martindale waits – For a Balt with an assortment of jars. She’s a bird that has fallen, Crashed into this place, This carpeted cage without bars. Stunned into quiescence, … Continue reading

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