

PeppercornThough loath am I to slander the upstanding voice: my sweet peppercorn hidden in cracked wheat: you seem pocked by shaving and sucked all dry by Time himself.Peppercorn
It seems my joy is taken, - a petty hostage lost in artful bickering beneath words, - the grinder approaches wriggling, and shuffling too.
Shelter as you can inside, no pressure at all to upturn the shading fragments of will, discover your true heart and breathe deeply for the first time.
Abstract Life
Hehe, you're not the first to be confused about the name (oddly enough)
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- Amy
Great gallery.
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True friends stab you in the front.
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- Amy
Hope that luck shines at least your way...
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- Amy
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- Amy
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..Those Are Pearls That Were His Eyes..
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