Go back

Triage makes me hasty in your sleep's

Uneven flow, familiar tressed keepsake

Materials are not far off

A prestidigitation lanks eventually,

Hides northward, paints the sky the till

The sleigh astride manipulable

Cour unless it's yours and then some

Spatial allocation strums the feastlet

Of guitar prongs tethering wee carp

 

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