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He wandered through kingdoms of velvet and vice, — a man with a smile carved carefully from ice...
He wandered through kingdoms of velvet and vice, a man with a smile carved carefully from ice...
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A tapestry of days, Unfurling in…
who don't need feet to walk. — There are voices
Go ahead. — Cash in the policies.
like an old black coat, — stitched by winters
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