Edge’s fountain appeared a husk before my eyes and formed a line of persons hunching
Like an anteater in search of lost coins I suddenly flinched and snorted up a
Hypothesis
Frown is a guest in this wrinkle of a sky when the lakes are icy when locust dies
With a wiff of another world’s ciolet fields I already felt a resigned whine deeper deep
Like permafrost
Like a noocean
An azoic
Slowly living creature of mists I became a host for your complaints I will greet them all like lustful Cephalopods
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