we face more wanting, nowOliver Luker
heavy notice outlines debt, this strings us out - it makes me sing with stifled hope. if you had numbered a handsome fate, you would know it, you would be fierce with it. bodily invective, the ague of the railing jaw. that which brightens as it fails, the rattle of a blown bulb shaken, thrills us as it gives us pause and as it cools, it chills. I stand here ready for correction, I am not afraid.
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