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There's no sullying its consternation of him in her--her in him.A downy black of exquisite precaution...pops itsruffled heretofore and floats.As if a ..
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Terminus of the world crossed to deliver itswhimper.That whimper put to color...building blockslost in space.A carmine dusk overtaking the blood's cir..
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Face stung by depersonalization, caked and gobbedso eyes of two can tower anonymous.Round and round, makeup descended, blood runethcold...blood runeth..
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Of time, to meditate upon, will not be the meditationbegun with.Time thought to itself: I shall be short and concise,long and imprecise, and in the mi..
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Solar flares, deep space chambermaid stabbing hermolten mop in contempt.There are so many squares that field her space,sifted afire.Tearing out the ra..
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Mangled skirmish, of bespeckled olive-greenserpents.Their sinuous anarchy runs cold upon herskull.Caravaggio, you immortalized the b***h,immured her, ..
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Struck at form you reign--days orchestrated a destiny...the image-less precognitionof light and dark.A self-generated whole, anenergetic rogue...of wh..
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Caught at love, left at love--incorrigible passions overextended.Who so, and how so came to be--he/she entire, given to it.Who, what afforded them the..
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...On the hour...twelve long stares inwant eternal--of which a clock rivetsnothing.Spoilt milk stirred with a dead cow'steat...full revolution boring ..
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Tarp shook violent upon Mount of Olives--fuschia skies sequenced.Mountain dweller clung livelong day rank,nude.Surrogate family to ram, serpent, eagle..
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