mirroir: “Searching my heart for its true sorrow,” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Exiled,”

mirroir: “Searching my heart for its true sorrow,” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Exiled,”

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Russian-Cyborg-Lesbian: Vintage Soviet Gear Shift Knobs

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