Tuesday, November 21, 2023

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Multi α.

"Slaying

Pure festive eyes
   of the contemptuous: lavender heart,
      green glimmer, stout hearts, expected hearts

Homes by a window-pane,
   dying sights and sitting
      fogs
An ethereal star
   that wandered and bound, and the
      fleshless forests, the
         stark forests
Parting on a temptation and pious wave,
   frightened in grass
      and story
Useless as guinea, utile as
   fever"

--Issue 1, 2300.

Sentient snarl.

The recurrence of my concerns is proof enough they were underground awhile and have surfaced again, like certain subway trains.

Back on the coast 😎.

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