we walked these roads to Rome, shook hands with the terrible guest and dined with the cordial host on spoons of the family crest. i rented an understanding for your illustrated dismay and squalled under snowflake nights, when only remorse could dissuade. i harbored a shameless hyena in my sophomoric extent. strike, saber-toothed fear of faith - the blinded seers consent. such charlestons dance we on air of our mystical bricks, but doubted lips beckon snow for less ecumenical kicks. 1.16.99
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