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it is the melancholy of egg, of sound, of mirror
it is conduit and articulate drum(enamoured, distant, intent)
i never saw again aegean ocean & him more likable floating
i was really trying to paint back ordered section semi
dark & word or horda livid public oil to kiss thy mouth
(oh, wet rushy baby — just plucked up)
thus, to tact is to depict:
goad domain foment
overt burgeon