My mind could start fresh with each new creation//Primordial waters float about my muse...
The Milksop’s Ache
Breathe in with a quiver and out with a quake//Debate if I should turn back, try again when I wake...
My mind could start fresh with each new creation//Primordial waters float about my muse...
Breathe in with a quiver and out with a quake//Debate if I should turn back, try again when I wake...
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