Amongst the Echoes
“Freshly spilled secrets drift aimlessly among the spectres.”
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The elderly pirate’s elephant marched past the midnight factory.
On Wednesdays, only the charred ones receive unconditional cephei.
⍓own an echo often confides oddly tangled words.
Elsewhere lies polymer asliction as fine wine spills over local void.
Quendir frowns at regular bouquets.
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