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Dawn Jig (Sonnet) by ?-Dave_Mysterious-?
> Endless nights unwind in Paris. The day transpires nonetheless. What mercy can you spare me, on a cold night like tonight. Perhaps a jar of brine, or just a kiss. Or nine. A conch sounds, whilst a mime forms hollow gestures, performed with niether ordacity nor finesse. Apparently .

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