A second life is always given, but the outcome is all the same. Fractions of luck are knitting feasible tiles; which encrypt writings across the labyrinth.
I am a lion whose teeth you wear strung on a string around your neck.
Wear it tight for its string is perishable. The string prays...
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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