Tag: criticism
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Over there they treat us like
I am the rust-jammed hatch things vanish casually into. Matte blackness I am that. Roaring stag, abhorring all practice unlordly; Sword unsheathing a resort only for When foes mean to stab the impertinent, mismanaged slab Of my sagging collaborative flesh like day labouring Keats. * Replies by ripple this dirty nail paint’d Grit-flavoured water, stagnant…
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