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"sequestration" poems
Sequestration by  other means A railway line its salient  claim, running sleepers  into the distance. Steady  reminders - a segment of canal whose older self ultimately gave birth to snaking hamlets, now mature. A verdant nature trail coursing the disinterred bank side, a feeder reservoir now yachting  waters shaping the geography. shaping the geography.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
Canal longevity
Withelds  and thiefdoms link towards sequestration unedifying the same way, but  I hoist my  pride carrying  the lessons from this  travail   from someone else's  making. I  relish  planning  some  deceit by means  of never  hurting a  fly.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
Moonshine
*As the surface clouds cleared and the sovereign sun arose My perspective was no longer fixed on what lay below Yet on what awaits before me…..the unknown. I fly, with the rocky shoreline behind me.* Maria ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the emperor of the solar system demands obeisance but for half of our life ceding us to the super moon's sequestration, a velvet coated, cosseted, the other-half-of-a-lifetime remainder reminder of the divide no poet can supersede yet, even these planet pulling, tide churning bodies are eclipsed, their torrented powers have human shortcomings orbits prescribed, predictable, they too can only look down upon us and wonder what if and what lays beyond their lawful curves but I can look up to you watch you, human, so powerful are you! you, you, you can reset your course, irrespective of tides, gravity I can watch you rephrase your life, knowing that my eyes   cherish what ere, before in time, what will be your course selection as I write, I wonder if my thoughts sufficiently clarified, do they require editing? no matter, the way they fall is how they'll be served I live with the same orbs, and the winds that lifted your wings, changelings of perspective, now but the breeze that coats me, were the hot air currents that lifted you, now here, days later, my genlest cloak, as I inscribe to you and the waters that I see, not lapping today, but modestly erupting, the same Atlantic green you have seen days pre-me, but my shoreline sandy, rocks removed, for your comfort, awaiting your arrival the woman sends the seagull, French Toast is ready, (one piece, that talkative white bird's commission) coffee hot n' salted all ready, prepped to your taste and for some reason random, clueless why on, in my Long island offshoot sheltered isle tears wave over my cheeks, which I must erase/disguise, before the repast begins Surprise! How came thee to be at our table? How good the meal will taste, now that you chosen to fly/stop by! and this gibberish nonsensical cup of words is your welcoming present, for here, humans are the sovereigns, and the celesetes bow to our wishes, we select our own direction, regardless of how the orbs try our souls, we are most powerful human, sovereigns of our selves
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
The Sovereign Sun, The Super Moon (We Are Human)
*As the surface clouds cleared and the sovereign sun arose My perspective was no longer fixed on what lay below Yet on what awaits before me…..the unknown. I fly, with the rocky shoreline behind me.* Maria ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the emperor of the solar system demands obeisance but for half of our life ceding us to the super moon's sequestration, a velvet coated, cosseted, the other-half-of-a-lifetime remainder reminder of the divide no poet can supersede yet, even these planet pulling, tide churning bodies are eclipsed, their torrented powers have human shortcomings orbits prescribed, predictable, they too can only look down upon us and wonder what if and what lays beyond their lawful curves but I can look up to you watch you, human, so powerful are you! you, you, you can reset your course, irrespective of tides, gravity I can watch you rephrase your life, knowing that my eyes   cherish what ere, before in time, what will be your course selection as I write, I wonder if my thoughts sufficiently clarified, do they require editing? no matter, the way they fall is how they'll be served I live with the same orbs, and the winds that lifted your wings, changelings of perspective, now but the breeze that coats me, were the hot air currents that lifted you, now here, days later, my genlest cloak, as I inscribe to you and the waters that I see, not lapping today, but modestly erupting, the same Atlantic green you have seen days pre-me, but my shoreline sandy, rocks removed, for your comfort, awaiting your arrival the woman sends the seagull, French Toast is ready, (one piece, that talkative white bird's commission) coffee hot n' salted all ready, prepped to your taste and for some reason random, clueless why on, in my Long island offshoot sheltered isle tears wave over my cheeks, which I must erase/disguise, before the repast begins Surprise! How came thee to be at our table? How good the meal will taste, now that you chosen to fly/stop by! and this gibberish nonsensical cup of words is your welcoming present, for here, humans are the sovereigns, and the celesetes bow to our wishes, we select our own direction, regardless of how the orbs try our souls, we are most powerful human, sovereigns of our selves
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I dream of you / As I slumber / Knowing that sequestration / Is not the eternal fate of this starry-eyed vagrant. / I believe, in the power of love, / I know that faith is my redeemer; / Therefore, I beseech the aethers, / That you will one day be by my side. / In the light of love, we are made intemerate, / We are, like a baptistery, washed clean, / Anointed in this hallowed elixir / I do not relinquish my hope. / (—Se’ lah)
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Feb 16, 2024
Feb 16, 2024 at 8:01 PM UTC
Dreaming of You (Written on Wednesday, February 14th, 2024)
*The Moonlit Aethers bleed Titanium Rays As mine Forlorn Eyes Saunter thine Porcelain Skin: Platinum Matriarch upon Swarthy Expanse reigns Azure Luminaries cascade Upon The Forested Glades of my Airy Soulwaves. Ensorcelled is that Sylvan Shrine, The Reliquary of the Starry Wish. (O, that            Loveless Blight                                   might cease) I Besought the Firmaments From Dusk to Dawn Lamenting in Dirge Of the Revenant Skies; Eons transcended yet no hand to hold The Benediction of Romance An Ephemeral Throne. The Pandemonium corporealizes Wraiths in my mind; (Perdition is Thew       The          Poltergeist's Might) Ivory Visage of the Impearled Hallows my Spirit Quells the Abyss. The Thew of Deities Purged from my veins Quaking my quintessence, I fathomed I was naught. A mere figment, An existential vagary: ~BUT NOW I SEE We are All But a Dream Clinging yearningly to the Promise of Hope (The Covenant of Ensouled Dust) Groping for Eternity, Memory, and the Lightwaves To be Vested in our pulse; For Corporeality; Ascendency To the Chrysalis of The Astral, The Cradle of Cosmogenesis: Our Cosmos, Our  Zephyr, Our Magma, Our Torrent, Our Tremor, Our Thunderclap, Our Time, Our Space, Our Nexus to Efflorescence, Our Incorporeal Sublimity~ I shall surrender to Providence of the Supernal His Empyrean Wings (An Impregnable Aegis) A Strewn Vestige once was I But the Somnolent Beloved was roused Whence I glimpsed into thine eyes. The Vagrant Loveless is resurrected Reawakened as a Doughty Knight Warring against sequestration (Until by Nirvana) Abeyance devours this blight. ~Dream        You starry-eyed wayfarers,                 Surrender sovereignty to credence              When Star-crossed                    Conspire against the Fates                           For when Elysium                                     Is your Beloved                        The Ancient of Yore                                 Shall lead you nebulous streams                               To the Holy Oracle                                       Prophesying the fulfillment                                                Of your Intemerate Hope                                 (For Love, myriads doven the skies)                                                                          Please Believe,                                                     Just,                                                   Believe in me.~*
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
The Cradle of Cosmogenesis
*The Moonlit Aethers bleed Titanium Rays As mine Forlorn Eyes Saunter thine Porcelain Skin: Platinum Matriarch upon Swarthy Expanse reigns Azure Luminaries cascade Upon The Forested Glades of my Airy Soulwaves. Ensorcelled is that Sylvan Shrine, The Reliquary of the Starry Wish. (O, that            Loveless Blight                                   might cease) I Besought the Firmaments From Dusk to Dawn Lamenting in Dirge Of the Revenant Skies; Eons transcended yet no hand to hold The Benediction of Romance An Ephemeral Throne. The Pandemonium corporealizes Wraiths in my mind; (Perdition is Thew       The          Poltergeist's Might) Ivory Visage of the Impearled Hallows my Spirit Quells the Abyss. The Thew of Deities Purged from my veins Quaking my quintessence, I fathomed I was naught. A mere figment, An existential vagary: ~BUT NOW I SEE We are All But a Dream Clinging yearningly to the Promise of Hope (The Covenant of Ensouled Dust) Groping for Eternity, Memory, and the Lightwaves To be Vested in our pulse; For Corporeality; Ascendency To the Chrysalis of The Astral, The Cradle of Cosmogenesis: Our Cosmos, Our  Zephyr, Our Magma, Our Torrent, Our Tremor, Our Thunderclap, Our Time, Our Space, Our Nexus to Efflorescence, Our Incorporeal Sublimity~ I shall surrender to Providence of the Supernal His Empyrean Wings (An Impregnable Aegis) A Strewn Vestige once was I But the Somnolent Beloved was roused Whence I glimpsed into thine eyes. The Vagrant Loveless is resurrected Reawakened as a Doughty Knight Warring against sequestration (Until by Nirvana) Abeyance devours this blight. ~Dream        You starry-eyed wayfarers,                 Surrender sovereignty to credence              When Star-crossed                    Conspire against the Fates                           For when Elysium                                     Is your Beloved                        The Ancient of Yore                                 Shall lead you nebulous streams                               To the Holy Oracle                                       Prophesying the fulfillment                                                Of your Intemerate Hope                                 (For Love, myriads doven the skies)                                                                          Please Believe,                                                     Just,                                                   Believe in me.~*
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how to build a better poet... take away the utensils, the pen and paper, the computer tablet, the recording devices that inhibit the free flowing alliteration of formation... dispatch the poet to within from without, kiss cheeks with the surety of uncertainty, whisper whiskers of doubt will be his fearful, occupational, life long companion, hazard, best friend...boon of indecision let the composition begin instantaneous, with every glance, every chance, an overheard snippet, an introductory shot, the writing birthing in the mind's canals, stored for seconds, or as long as desired give him secreted love, take it roughly away, let him rage, then  quietly sage on vicissitudes know as incurable, yet poet soldiers on, role playing a solutions seeker, a healer treating us with decisive words about everyday indecision beg from the poet, to release us from our self-sequestration, employing visionary words, untested formulations, new combinations as per request, poets's eyes unclouded should; could? raise the dead, forecast blue moons, make us walk on hazel word horizon waters, infect our reddish defects with reflections that effect our flesh's affections, the breathe need continuum burn/soothe, faster harder slower softer, always irregular... force the poet to unceasingly seer and see, give no rest, allow no desist, poet resist, vaingloriously disingenuous talking tongues, distracting with ancient lore resurrected, newly spun silken verbs... make memorized color palettes his food, give drink of animals, plants, star names, visions of fields resplendent with poppies, visions of eternities in sidewalk cracks, dividing high wire lines connecting his words will rise skywards, in alpha bet pieces, returning molecules from where they were given, and from they will in rain-droplets, come back again you have not lost poet's accomplishments, you have built a better poet
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
how to build a better poet...
how to build a better poet... take away the utensils, the pen and paper, the computer tablet, the recording devices that inhibit the free flowing alliteration of formation... dispatch the poet to within from without, kiss cheeks with the surety of uncertainty, whisper whiskers of doubt will be his fearful, occupational, life long companion, hazard, best friend...boon of indecision let the composition begin instantaneous, with every glance, every chance, an overheard snippet, an introductory shot, the writing birthing in the mind's canals, stored for seconds, or as long as desired give him secreted love, take it roughly away, let him rage, then  quietly sage on vicissitudes know as incurable, yet poet soldiers on, role playing a solutions seeker, a healer treating us with decisive words about everyday indecision beg from the poet, to release us from our self-sequestration, employing visionary words, untested formulations, new combinations as per request, poets's eyes unclouded should; could? raise the dead, forecast blue moons, make us walk on hazel word horizon waters, infect our reddish defects with reflections that effect our flesh's affections, the breathe need continuum burn/soothe, faster harder slower softer, always irregular... force the poet to unceasingly seer and see, give no rest, allow no desist, poet resist, vaingloriously disingenuous talking tongues, distracting with ancient lore resurrected, newly spun silken verbs... make memorized color palettes his food, give drink of animals, plants, star names, visions of fields resplendent with poppies, visions of eternities in sidewalk cracks, dividing high wire lines connecting his words will rise skywards, in alpha bet pieces, returning molecules from where they were given, and from they will in rain-droplets, come back again you have not lost poet's accomplishments, you have built a better poet
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The fall, in itself, can be so painstakingly long and drawn out so why is it that getting back up is the hardest part. Fighting to shield your soul from the pain of that impact, desperately trying to spare yourself from bearing witness as the pieces of your life chaotically fly apart. My castle is my safe Haven and at the same time, this my fortress ,stifles so many parts of me behind its imposing walls of stone. I find solace in my sequestration, able to hide from this cold world, but at what cost, I wonder as I sit shivering upon my lonely throne. The sound of the words that failed to escaped my lips is echoing with deafening force throughout these empty halls. For this moment, however, I must find the courage to rise again , I tell myself at some point everyone, even the strongest warrior eventually falls.
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
All Falls Down
Is this a punishment? For being too proud. Is this a mortification? For being too happy. Is this a sanction? For being too cocky. Is this a trial? For being too cold. Is this a comeuppance? For being too relaxed. Is this a penance? For being too deep in love. Is this a sequestration? For believing my own lies.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
Verisimilitude.
An act of withdrawal; isolation Seclusion and sequestration. Remote from society; Solitariness, and privacy Loneliness; despite not being lonely Or simply, You.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
Solitude
a person goes dark. night shifts disappear. a lone panic capsizes the anatomically correct. men fill up on mouthwash. men float. women bite their tongues in half before they can say women and children. insomnia becomes more than the over-hyped novelization of insomnia. a boy draws a cutlass in a broom closet and is told he can’t sleep. I begin to want more from a diagnosis. a kite being flown in hell by a son gone pro.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
sequestration
solitude is what a person cries for a person cries for solitude alone is what we never are as the sky turns black, and the light exits we are still not alone as you lay at night staring at the stars you are still not alone as they pour one last drop of wine in their cup they are still not alone you cannot feel his presence you cannot hear him whisper it'll be too late as you realize he's right there with you
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Sequestration
Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential..., now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front row seat occupied - whereat direct view of scaffold penurious adolescent Anorexia Nervosa plagued decades prior fraught psychological, neurological and illogical repercussions steam rolled natural heterosexual propensity stifling, stinting, and stymying this old morosely jinxed kerfuffle inciting, hermetically heat sealed, tightly bound stinging straitened yellow jacketed bee devilish mold hogtied hold, pig in the poke, xenophobic-ally fastened, galvanic hold wrenching vice grippe fiercely extolled sterile lackluster human existence devoid cold hence, imperative ambition to act forthright and bold before advanced age finds this wordsmith additionally auld. This solitary reader quests doth newt plead per outreach need without supplicating, lionizing, boot mead dee eight ting, enticing Nietzscheism lead me by thine pug nose, nor doth this passive heretic - heed ding perseverance without selfishness nor greed aye only seek to be freed, where ambivalence to enjoy life exceed sharing soulful travails yes in deed foster repartee with persons no matter creed faith, intelligence, nationality breed united by state worthy charisma agreed?
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide
Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential..., now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front row seat occupied - whereat direct view of scaffold penurious adolescent Anorexia Nervosa plagued decades prior fraught psychological, neurological and illogical repercussions steam rolled natural heterosexual propensity stifling, stinting, and stymying this old morosely jinxed kerfuffle inciting, hermetically heat sealed, tightly bound stinging straitened yellow jacketed bee devilish mold hogtied hold, pig in the poke, xenophobic-ally fastened, galvanic hold wrenching vice grippe fiercely extolled sterile lackluster human existence devoid cold hence, imperative ambition to act forthright and bold before advanced age finds this wordsmith additionally auld. This solitary reader quests doth newt plead per outreach need without supplicating, lionizing, boot mead dee eight ting, enticing Nietzscheism lead me by thine pug nose, nor doth this passive heretic - heed ding perseverance without selfishness nor greed aye only seek to be freed, where ambivalence to enjoy life exceed sharing soulful travails yes in deed foster repartee with persons no matter creed faith, intelligence, nationality breed united by state worthy charisma agreed?
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Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods stricken with affliction, sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (also known as ALS,  or Lou Gehrig's disease) in the prime of his youth wrought underestimation, vitiated termination, targeted sequestration, solidified rigidification, rendered quandary, per paralyzation obliterated, nixed navigation, morphed motivation, marked limitation kickstarted infatuation, jinxed immobilization, induced intellectual hyperfunction, garnered fundamental fascination, fanned fabled exploration, devastation demonstrated delectable declaration, cosmological constant comet clinched, chained certain capitulation, brainstormed benefaction, benediction attribution assured. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - his longevity (marked by bing permanently linkedin, hitched, drafted to a custom made wheelchair, his brilliant unsullied scientific genius) endured seventy six orbitz veer ring round the nearest star, though seemingly motionless, he freed their ret tickle physiochemical insight encompassing, revolutionizing, and jaw-dropping, revelations with mortals he did share transcendent seeded plentifully mental limitless groundswell fed his fecund rare if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated (infinitesimal nook and cranny) force queer lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity bracketed with mar ching madness peer ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind (or a minuscule approximate near facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing, and discerning astronomical phenomena mere via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious, though processes affixed with a visage mordantly like King Lear.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
Stephen Hawking Perches...
Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods stricken with affliction, sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (also known as ALS,  or Lou Gehrig's disease) in the prime of his youth wrought underestimation, vitiated termination, targeted sequestration, solidified rigidification, rendered quandary, per paralyzation obliterated, nixed navigation, morphed motivation, marked limitation kickstarted infatuation, jinxed immobilization, induced intellectual hyperfunction, garnered fundamental fascination, fanned fabled exploration, devastation demonstrated delectable declaration, cosmological constant comet clinched, chained certain capitulation, brainstormed benefaction, benediction attribution assured. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - his longevity (marked by bing permanently linkedin, hitched, drafted to a custom made wheelchair, his brilliant unsullied scientific genius) endured seventy six orbitz veer ring round the nearest star, though seemingly motionless, he freed their ret tickle physiochemical insight encompassing, revolutionizing, and jaw-dropping, revelations with mortals he did share transcendent seeded plentifully mental limitless groundswell fed his fecund rare if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated (infinitesimal nook and cranny) force queer lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity bracketed with mar ching madness peer ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind (or a minuscule approximate near facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing, and discerning astronomical phenomena mere via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious, though processes affixed with a visage mordantly like King Lear.
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(today only, 30% off all print books with coupon code OCTFLASH30) from father, footrace, fistfight (selected poems, Barton Smock, June 2014) http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/father-footrace-fistfight/paperback/product-21672373.html [the minimal class] I orbit the idea of an animal not thinking of itself. to err is hunger. [cipher] aware of my body as if my body is on a raft. a creaky deceit I call rafting in the **** last night in a very safe garage I promised a friend I’d mention the moon in the period following my last idea. my body eats me. god dangles the body of my son in front of my son’s next memory. some are born born-again. current trends include cloning. the first person to recall dying will be held aloft. [patience] the black market is a state of mind. I smoke a joint in a barn and worry I will see a barn owl that will crush my barn owl dreams. my worry walks me three miles where I meet a woman trying to sell a book in a graveyard. I trade her the memory of our previous trade for the book she tells me is shy. my other possession is a neglected baby. [sequestration] a person goes dark. night shifts disappear. a lone panic capsizes the anatomically correct. men fill up on mouthwash. men float. women bite their tongues in half before they can say women and children. insomnia becomes more than the over-hyped novelization of insomnia. a boy draws a cutlass in a broom closet and is told he can’t sleep. I begin to want more from a diagnosis. a kite being flown in hell by a son gone pro.
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
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(today only, 30% off all print books with coupon code OCTFLASH30) from father, footrace, fistfight (selected poems, Barton Smock, June 2014) http://www.lulu.com/shop/barton-smock/father-footrace-fistfight/paperback/product-21672373.html [the minimal class] I orbit the idea of an animal not thinking of itself. to err is hunger. [cipher] aware of my body as if my body is on a raft. a creaky deceit I call rafting in the **** last night in a very safe garage I promised a friend I’d mention the moon in the period following my last idea. my body eats me. god dangles the body of my son in front of my son’s next memory. some are born born-again. current trends include cloning. the first person to recall dying will be held aloft. [patience] the black market is a state of mind. I smoke a joint in a barn and worry I will see a barn owl that will crush my barn owl dreams. my worry walks me three miles where I meet a woman trying to sell a book in a graveyard. I trade her the memory of our previous trade for the book she tells me is shy. my other possession is a neglected baby. [sequestration] a person goes dark. night shifts disappear. a lone panic capsizes the anatomically correct. men fill up on mouthwash. men float. women bite their tongues in half before they can say women and children. insomnia becomes more than the over-hyped novelization of insomnia. a boy draws a cutlass in a broom closet and is told he can’t sleep. I begin to want more from a diagnosis. a kite being flown in hell by a son gone pro.
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