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  Hobbling down the glen.
  – Christina Rossetti

   

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  yoru hisokani

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  in the moonlight

  a worm silently burrows 

  through a chestnut

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  A squiggle of red sandalwood and orris chomping into wild chestnuts, oak bark, and fig.

   

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  Seven Inches of Blood Perfume Oil

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