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Some Psalm 5

Psalm 5 :: Despite the Man-hating I-land Isotopes had been frozen till the end of sky demurred. Collide-o-scopic demiurge, the weekend flies on by. Off-chance the empowered, wakened empty hours. Tongues drink up the air. Miracles die with sigh. Love tries but is soured, poured of trial and doured. Criss-crossed, untoward. Nothing can salvage it all. … Continue reading