Tag: alturas
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The Birds of Florida
Effervescent tortures, ordure, orders overtures, formerly cured Bored Epicurians, chew-jaded. New ancients. Plated. Blue jade Screaming until I’m blue faced. Pen’s pace apes moon phases. Tunnel boring, I’m devising new ways to cross ocean floors; Brunel in the morning. Who can tell that you’re mourning? The mask which fell, whose impelling spell hid your glory,…
Alchemisland 