Ataxic Poems - Poems about Ataxic

...I came to the drooping scent of wine, touched beard and mustache, was blind in the nearest shining of the sun, earthworm dug earth under feet, I felt the coolness and heard sing of quean, tho......

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...When the belltole of 3am hits the air the vibration, rings out like despair-yelling. and the feeling of calm decays into nigh- into nigh when it no longer stays the grey, light is killed to dark ......

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