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Exposedby Nicholas John Streeta washing without waves that erodes the refuge of stone and I would seek cover if I could but there are no shadows all directions are high noon and he who would hide squirms seeks any kind of drunkeness to escape this terrible sobriety and he who would be naked surrenders his secrets to the eye of Him who already knows them |
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