An Ongoing Series of Cultural and Personal Observations
"...I hearmy ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,as if my hand were at its throat...I myself am hell;nobody's here--only skunks..."
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"...I hear
my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,
as if my hand were at its throat...
I myself am hell;
nobody's here--
only skunks..."
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