The one-who-harvests sat alone.
He did not think of what had happened in this room, with the green velvet swaths covering the walls, the overstuffed pillows on the bed, the splintered door hanging loosely from one hinge.
He did not think of what others would say, one who professed membership in the Circle, who still held true to the Principia,
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Roland in a moment of stillness is an interesting look. Thank you.
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In, of course, the native German he no longer knows he reads or speaks, which dovetails nicely into the derangement he doesn't know he has.
But the verse screams her, for reasons that need no words.
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