Kroid - Poem by Timothy Long
best slaves, broken dreams of chicago orphans, tracing circles around excint beautifal swans grace to presume, stances of ugly misfortune to present isac with mosses with eagles of proud letters, thought first to kill or save by the own tonuge bid to use sleep
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