The Asp quiverd in.anticipation.
A warm message bathed its silken skin and then
Quick as.a.hi cup.
Atrial seizures
Ventricle tickle and flicker.
Night rushed in.
To let oblivion win.
Asolution for sins.
Music.played.inner sanctum.
Antony sat in a wicker chair.
Waiting there just as before.
The mighty did tumble and fall
TO the potent small.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
The Asp quiverd in.anticipation.
A warm message bathed its silken skin and then
Quick as.a.hi cup.
Atrial seizures
Ventricle tickle and flicker.
Night rushed in.
To let oblivion win.
Asolution for sins.
Music.played.inner sanctum.
Antony sat in a wicker chair.
Waiting there just as before.
The mighty did tumble and fall
TO the potent small.
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