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Friction Slated
Friction slated. Level the home from the inside outward. He’s aware of the demise. Cringe and cry, but the wrecking ball flies. -GKT Continue reading
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Ze Blind Believers Must Die (or change)
Where did sunlight follow? To a whisper of a tree? A middle scene of Greece? A wonder livid and lucid. The future is split as are the concords of this stark universe, “Hail!” They kneel, frivolously; crawling through the trounced… Continue reading
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Meet Me at the Curb of the Great Hall
Easy rest I wish for you resplendent angel, On this dark winter’s evening Dream in the domicile you lay Sleep deeply, and may content pack your heart Feel the comfort of home and family Learn the knowledge you seek from… Continue reading
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