Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, May 22, 2017

5.22

Why, wisp, will I follow? Slapdash, you slither insanely, a silvery slanting indecent snake. My grunting, ingenious growth groans and lags you, a golem of gradual gains. Leave me, lover. I fail you.

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