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By the seathe urge to screamdrains awaylike the tidefrom the rockpools. Of courseit will return againbut for now you can …

Machines liftyour hulking massweightless, O wingless angel slityou giveand give and give. You area huge and creakingoaken tankof red grape …

Great bronze bald head mawning like slow laze lion always tan from endless village loops delivering letters, bills and birthday …