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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-03-23 | | Deep Indian summer overthrown on my naked drought. You were perusing my lifelong canvas in a ceaseless blink - there went my stupid incongruity. The time combed its last dusty hair. At long last you whitewashed white elephants on my kissing lips. (*white elephants = a valuable possession whose upkeep is excessively expensive)
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