Terrestrial Journals Vi
Obsequies final taste; within this secession from a lamentatives covenant....
I took this pomegranate tree and I crushed it to, make myself a natives chalice of wine
Still, it remained bitter upon my tongue so, I spit it into the turning paean sea!?
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
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