Aside from the Murmuring Elms
What is the onset of winter’s light, shaved and slantwise, winnowed to the pith, although the rush of aluminum aside from the murmuring elms and lemon murders, murders, murders, when numbness engineers hinges from between gray blasted clasps on a century of asleep across and among the carpet, part and particle of mothers kneading demons from those moans we emote in stone?
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