goblinmilk
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The curse of the beholder I lay in field of flowers bloom Warmed by embrace of stars and moon And curse your name, your heart of thieves You stole from me the land and seas The wood of ancient forest root A gentle splash of rivers newt Frail snow that floats upon a... – *by Steve Tipple*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

I lay in field of flowers bloom
Warmed by embrace of stars and moon
And curse your name, your heart of thieves
You stole from me the land and seas

The wood of ancient forest root
A gentle splash of rivers newt
Frail snow that floats upon a...

– by Steve Tipple

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