With sweet languor smoke unfurls; unsteady ground slips flatly. Here an open grave bears jeweled fruit amidst musk. Slow maggots make a morbid groan down the esophagus of the for now exeunt.
Fox-prints scatter the snow, a red brush uncurls leaving embers of fur coiled amidst the white.
Warble unrounded, fissures of tongue, mountains of marbled tension, Davidic intensity.
In the cracked fields of Carthage, young wolves fondly sing "ring around the rosy"
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