The rocks of Albion press gentlyUpon my most remote bone fragments,In
loving tribute to the meaninglessness of loyalty.I
am an alkaline fossil in the limestone of Dover.In some geo-polymer-nonsense context,All
I can do tonight is luv in trackless, lachrymose flight. I Am the rocks of Albion. Some Jesus told me, reluctantly,Reluctant
of all the world’s misplaced treasures,In petra-coital wonderment,Of
true reversement – of parallel space.
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Upon my most remote bone fragments,In
loving tribute to the meaninglessness of loyalty.I
am an alkaline fossil in the limestone of Dover.In some geo-polymer-nonsense context,All
I can do tonight is luv in trackless, lachrymose flight.
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