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Tilted Laments

Is it my grief? That i behold? That i knoweth ongoing sorrow Waterless doves? None other, a city? Just? As a city dweller? Dwelling, in mired filth? Unconquered mime, play! At once! Be tainting….. Project at them Boredom? You wandered…..

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