"There's a word, my father told me once...an ugly word a poet coined for something, a surplus, extrabelief, aber, auber, aberglaube, a crust of superstition on truth, like barnacles, a vine." —The Rouse
The Strange World of Suzanne Ciani.
"leet-day"
chinwag across seas
too slow
why now caught
rookway
boyg nest


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