Elizabeth Robinson Point 1 This perverse being born again. The infinite crowds itself. They came with a hammer and pounded the nail by the tail of its echo. The cup overflowed without lips at its rim. next | 1 | 2 | 3 | Circle |
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This perverse being born again.
The infinite crowds itself.
They came with a hammer
and pounded the nail
by the tail of its echo.
The cup overflowed
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