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A blank sojourn in June amongst the trotters. My soul lit, prostrate within my rapture (Close the riddle of the banks, over the rain, pure), I rail against the denouncement of ecstasy and verse. One relents enervated, expiring on the boudoir Prominent on my leave to the absurd Come with a piano voicing rave unmeasured,Continue reading “Eternal siesta*”