.Somewhere in some kin roots with fifths,
I'll find the hollows there and follow
where the fit do not go.
A subtle wind always blows me back.
Well water black.
Spigot spitting nothing but some frustrated air.
I'd put the hollows against tomorrow's
many sicks and sorrows,
o.
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