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re:mix’d and mashed

some days,  she takes her potatoes …..(and her love poems) smashed to smithereens, brave new world view things cleaving, leaving eyes and peelings in this social rebel breeze. she is the scribbler who scrambled her words, the girl who talked … Continue reading

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