hanging dawn morose the beggars' howl bleeding tentacles abide
cracking bones on pliers teeth polished sleeves of polite seas
my pleonasms of old
cracking bones on pliers teeth polished sleeves of polite seas
my pleonasms of old
A secret theater of speechless monologue and prevenient counsel, an invisible mansion of all moods, musings, and mysteries, an infinite resort of disappointments and discoveries.
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