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| She rises from stilled deeps her hair a net a temple strands that sway in currents and on their own |
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Like the way you echoed the piece with how you did the verse, rising from a wider base.
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