ASK
ME
GIRLFRIEND
OF BEATING HANDS ALL FUSED IN A CEASELESS FLAIL
THAT CHURNS AND FRENZIES THAT DARK AND TIMELESS AIR LIKE SAND IN A WHIRLWIND
AND I, MY HEAD IN A SWIRL, OF ERROR, CRIED:
"MASTER, WHAT IS THIS I HEAR?"
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