I wanted a newer and brighter light so you tightened the dry fire coil and split a white ash and set it on fire you fused the transformer with pear-shaped brass and made lightning from a dome of sky directing asteroids toward the river we said this would be our crystal life gathering in the upper atmosphere propped up with the songs of wooden sparrows Comments are closed.
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