October ended with a single feather funneling

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I’m twice born, once and seven something, once is the resurrection of honorable function, been shoveling a coal as the engine’s doctor long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture.

Busting accidental dirt bike donuts, outside the most ridiculous poison tongue brain silo, dead before the chubby debutante conquered the high note, schooled by the cruel intention inventions pensive sideshow.