SIMON, I HAVE SOMEWHAT TO SAY UNTO THEE
dear sarrs and ladworths, indaaeede once i probed the unilluminated depths of the Sorgenklause, sleepless and pained in a smog of sickness and of sadness, my lower lip bleeding unabated from the dormant bite of the misaligned spikes in my mouth - unable to eat - unable to drink that which is sweet, the nectars of shared life experience - a soul
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