Ocean frost mermaids pervade the invading hem way of the shores of thought that I am currently experiences they yawner solemn the going to and from the islands of brain activity and the links they make beaten past present and passive;y future wader the links of memory and two things that make me
make me think of going home to the rolling plop of vanity where I sit cat like in the heather vanes of dispelled flouting hours that forgo the words that \i can narrate and a brutal killing spree of doing nothing whilst thinking I am doing overhand g hedging by ways that terror eastwards in thy heather and lilac inks the very moon that lights unify the earth her fledglings jars the dawns for ever brooding the waver thin dignitary of sound and minuet
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