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Excerpt From a Pageless Codex
A deaf midwife hears a morgue's stone window opening shut as her white satin shadow waves frozen despite the black sun rising to dusk with a wingless dove flying inside out into a parched puddle reminescing tomorrow's threadless spool under a missing chandeleir.
I like this one a lot,
I like this one a lot, reminds me of the French surrealists.
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