lull
poor death, sleep
the shoe
that never
drops
and poorer
dream
mine of a foot being nailed to a seesaw made of light
yours
what the rabbit
did
to its knee
poor death, sleep
the shoe
that never
drops
and poorer
dream
mine of a foot being nailed to a seesaw made of light
yours
what the rabbit
did
to its knee
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