Seventh Seal

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Gauntface or madshadow tellme what the world is? I knowyears at the Sat. Mat.Injuns come triggerspringlovespurned. The tears of Kingsare glycerine. With salt Isalute them. The curly shirliestaught us the innocent bitStars in the screenliteyes flickered, wanderersrode westering, broad as abarndoor and dumbwith virtue; oh, how we watchedhorsekiss the cassidy cometo THE (sunset) END till theyforced us unhatchedpupas into the whitebitter late Saturday light.

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