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Bruise by C. Murray
I’d rather it were a muse dangling above my head in her purple cloud dress than a crystal chandelier of gaudy pattern floating in the many-coloured sky floating in the many-coloured sky a painted backdrop is between the vanished bookcase and wall each breeze brings the noise of tea-cup-clatter a loud tea room separator of […]
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