Strataic

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We cinder paperless in gold fallacies, feeding cattle. Maybe-- sometimes we take one tablet too many.

And the Sun Is Quieter Than The Sea

With felt-tip paws I weep at sleeping oceans and try to beckon misery because I know it's hiding here.




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