Tag: phantoms
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Bottling an ineffable
By sheepish weir she appears with ireing fleetness I know in my bones, in my toes, in my throes, I am that hireling she seeks. From the parapet of a threatened nest, the sharkfin impression of a beak Seeks out from wattled thorn and hay and down, to speak confoundingly Of lovers sworn to smothering…
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Tube STATIONS of the DAMNED
Oil-in-puddle cold fusion. Microwave alchemy. On-demand deities conjured in streaming seances. Speedrunning life. Premium tiers. Patreon for Gods dying from lack of attention.
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