Administrator Robert Lunte Posted June 2 Administrator Share Posted June 2 2:01 "Out of breath and squalid, distilling cryptic fantasies I. Here in the bogs of poison daylight. Chase me down unheard-of footways. Take me with you, evening chum. And render us fables, both eternal. I'm not convinced; this ain't the holy land! Where outcasts reign and never grow old. And never die!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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