Oh the sea greens and iridescent blues, Bleach-blended hues in patches construes…
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I’ve a funny feeling on my face. I don’t think it’s quite in the right place. These words you find on some line, as I’ve lost the use of mouth. Formulated in time by a mind whose metre is composed in doubt…
An artwork bought from an online store Somewhere in America…
Triplet trellis’ crested triple climb clambering to clemency…
A detective gets into a deadly game of cat-and-mouse with murderous doll-like beings… (30 min read)
Undulating flakes of frost frazzle bout the winter…
Rest herein you Godwin villiage…
Like Vacant and Empty forms…
Stumbling through summer morning with some heavy bumble…
Tick tock, tick tock sounding…
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