Cold Eyes Pierced My Skin

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I truly lived. My centaurs tickled me wherever I wished. And I laughed and danced with them in the sweetness of spring far from father and home until came autumn. And I saw the two, make arrows in the sky they had to leave, my wild-men from far somewhere

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Priyanka Dey

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