fear
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sad little de sade
i’d love you to know here sit grey things night springs sad little de sade no more at present the wind at my back so far the moon at my rear everyone blind broken held near.
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>Jayson
>”Those he command move only in command, nothing in love: now does he feel his title hang loose about him like a giant’s robe upon a dwarfish thief.” [Shakespeare’s Macbeth, Angus. A5S2.] Dreaming in pictures television tongue-cut a black man, strong black man guts the air with fingertips paints each hungry leaf an icy blues…
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