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Over it and joyous in all our occassions, we sip out of jars made from blue glass. the end has been a long time coming.
fences. diamond upon diamond of metal that tastes like blood. despite shark week, blood floats. we get nowhere. that dog has a rhythmic tail. tale. fencing. white suits.
one. the grand error of place holders. the spiraling of space, and candy-colored nebulas.