A Sideways EightA Poem by LovingJoyVerity, whack my head. Abyss, I fall at your feet. No wallpaper to dress this house. Everything as is, the chaos is neat. Seasons sink within these walls. Shrine sequestered by the lowly. Azure or marine blue today?
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