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annh Apr 29
Gilt-edged meanderings
the sediment of diurnal isolation
as autumn falls.

'Today I am one, tomorrow I shall splinter again. And thus everything in the world decants and modulates.'
- Vladimir Nabokov, The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov
Jon Thenes Aug 2019
03:15 a.m.

The Crowd Steamy Cloud

Violently Unsilent Noct

Expelled from party tomb

— The End —