Putrefied by all of these thunderous things, and then the clock chimes amidst mitigating rhyme.. and we get to see the whole wide wonderful world collide upon it’s extremely petrified merry-go-round self – we dug ourselves into the core of our corner and for it lost acres of rivers of oceanically poured blood … ’til this delicately marveled at delve … brought us all back together again

By the perfectly imperfect end – and, then, she lays down her head and watches it rest…

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