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Ginger Freed from Wall Singing

Won’t you me the dance out of reaching your space into nothing close where longing breeds its sorrow armor (amour)? Drum talks your babel tonguing instinct-burnt incessancy; naturalized immortalifications reduced to venial chancery in the cold light of reminder. My … Continue reading

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