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Trapdoors Open

by Onoma

Who are these men and women that move as the ends of earth-- raving stiff, sweet, bitter serums of truth? From their common manner a prodigal bleeding has begun-- all the elements that eternally knotted them now drain. Their full significance squints at its rise and shine, as meaning is placed and trapdoors open.
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