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Glossy pursuant.

                                    Bliss

                                     ice
 
 

The glaring promise of these halls pins me.

Suffice then, the twisted pennies, the long glue of my accuse.

Bear me this shiny prudence, this final lace.
 
 

              For, Doubled among the nouns I feed the mutiny
 

I desire the frantic copper of sensation.

I sip Its quill.