The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose
The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.
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The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.
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