re tend night

 Does that retend knight know her horse? Does she wink at shallow fish birthing along thefarplains of consistency and further shores where broad weaves play? Of this she has no idea. Life is breath mortal and smoke riddles horizon after after after . Mona kills the notice, empowers .
Not a period, not the period, but its end. Terminus!

 all true whalers. All true pigeons whitebreasted to sun the finning wings  ~ the hercules of Man. O not woman.  Woman? what's that a creature of the four suns born to lie? to hearth?

it's never been your love only your body

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