Stars As Stripes Their Lady In Cement
Troubled by the things we see; this, hodge podge his reality....
Waking up, unto another day is worse enough, just facing myself ?
Let alone her world as then these other entities a zest pool of wretched's
No one seems to know their way about, time's maze ever revolving chirrup circles
Chained a thousand bicentennials penance chirping away while hanging atop purgatory's
Beginning of summer's rock star pulsars frigid puppeteer festival's, pumpkin patch vines in his
Macabre's deuce de facto debutantes be her living dead's, distorted divas dress parades ? Pygmalions.
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