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A Thunderhead

Sink mine eye into a deepening cleft tasting the lick of an inking joke where dystopian tendrils snort & sway all dear to the rear of a freezing glow as dust to wine by an aging grace gilds or splints a prideful bent across the sleight of a slithering lull the red river runes to a...

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