From a morphed deposable morale we, as
youngish self flesh, sign ungodly longed eons (away and where to?).
Exempt temporally the loyaler two who hex, so
hold do hazel eyes uneasy: the allotment of whens.
Cased does the cabal keep blasphemed moments, for
worry toward Adtry, ruler relucent, centers recent, as
years are synced days, yet astray, yet trance...
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