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The Amnion
Contributed by
screwge
on
Thursday, 4th June 2009 @ 01:43:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The webs of aspen thoroughbreds Will not rise to the upper floor Of your house, as you tepidly watch for Their celadon crests. Today, the birds are safely bungalowed, The ravens matte, though still Shifting, squawking In their nests. And the trees employ a network Just to roll eggs with care, chutes Among the tenebrous branches for your Lowly pleasure, Voracious sandals upon terra firma.
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2009-06-04 13:43:43] (Date/Time posted on
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