.Four more sleepwalks then abyss
Flat out chancer might night swim
Waves of apparitionsâ servants of the self
True linings pining rare pitiless silver thread
In the throes of the beast, in museums hanging me, so sorry, where were we, Iâll just leave
Crowds of admire.
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