• delling 15w

    When I look over my shoulder there's nothing but me, the glare of a camera reversing reflections tenderly, I'm not going to sew, I'm not going to seam, the black window obfuscates the scene, antigodlin dissembling, straiten words incoherently, walking backwards, feet in front of me, there's no outlet on Any Street, nobody coming through with pellucidity, dry forest in the heat, progress destroys every tree, strange is the flame dancing, you can't deny entelechy, every fire was a fire waiting to be, you can't deny what you don't see, the horseman brings his fortune, the horseman brings his fortune, fortune for the unfortunate...

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