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Of The Past

Of The Past of the past,┬áthe past – it haunts and weasels, straight into a heart – fleshy and rebirthed refurbished, rendered new … oh! that past, it withers fresh air, drains lungs into┬ádespair – nibbling and gnawing, coating in … Continue reading

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