Tag: the new sun
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Back Again
Wroth to these puffins, beaking in the beakless place Breaking into the breakless place, the face That smiles between ages, the sages haste To his fabled grace, his blood the greatest grape His sap the wine of Spring, his lap the lamb’s nape His lance the rape and ruin of complacent evil Wicked cities will…
Alchemisland 