Automatic Writing #3
Why then six sick sink hole sized faces in the night do we the undersigned under sighs of…
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Why then six sick sink hole sized faces in the night do we the undersigned under sighs of…
Hide in the bark the forgotten winder spun the free song to the tired goats on the porridge…
Longform sleep settles the frosted windows of trident
But you are like a bolt out of the blue. The sparkle on the edge of a star.…
