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Atonal Antiphon Amok

Throughout the ages an aching sigh, dispersed by waves on rabid seas which only splutter, swept up by gusts that mask a cry which disappears across the nettle voids, this raw dispatch of fatal wound backlog, atonal antiphon amok, a caution light epistle back in time to be quenched by secret language never heard.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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