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294 days ago
Black elixir, soothe my soul, wake my brain, with every pour.
A poet’s work. To name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep
34
294 days ago
Black elixir, soothe my soul, wake my brain, with every pour.
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