Devious Journal Entrywee!
true love never dies
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1620America! the Promised Land, we hail. We leave this world of misery and hate, and breaking of the boundaries we sail through dark infested waters of our fate. Then, landing in the morning dew we breathe the fresh of unstained earth, its perfumed note, but cough into the atmosphere disease that festered in our lungs upon the boat. The rats! how they did scurry left and right! We didn’t know they brought the fever’s surge. So many of the women palled to white, all pussed and porous skin the scarlet scourge. The land of “opportunity” it’s named; it1620
snow songi'm small but snow still tempts my toes i love the frost; it clings and grows my lips are cold, my eyes are closed my tongue is out, my hands are posed my skin is frosty to the touch the snow is falling 'round so much the sky is dark and earth is white i won't forget this perfect night within this moment i will stay until another perfect day.snow song
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