the line.
When I was towing the line, I was noble,
then. I walked with a puffed chest and
cricked my neck in new directions.
Suffered, but we all; diminution shrugged
at the absurdity of the thinness of veils. ( what, you said you wanted more bizarre poetry? )
then. I walked with a puffed chest and
cricked my neck in new directions.
Suffered, but we all; diminution shrugged
at the absurdity of the thinness of veils. ( what, you said you wanted more bizarre poetry? )
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I love it. For some reason I thought the begining was too weak for the rest?
just me probably, but overall my heart sank.
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