My mind slues round to my throat, Music rolls, yet not through the organ, people are around me personally, however they are no home of mine.

My mind slues round to my throat, Music rolls, yet not through the organ, people are around me personally, however they are no home of mine. Ever the difficult unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sunlight, ever the atmosphere additionally the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my next-door neighbors, refreshing, wicked, genuine, Ever the…

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