©2022 Michael Raven
no smiles, nor soap leave the forks in steamboat trunk graveyards you butchers... we hunt the nowhere come, seek shadows in nightwatch walks in your crisp waistcoats and frocks
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©2022 Michael Raven
no smiles, nor soap leave the forks in steamboat trunk graveyards you butchers... we hunt the nowhere come, seek shadows in nightwatch walks in your crisp waistcoats and frocks