despite outward appearances
but you, Snorkles
i am given up for dread
my Tempest is filled with Ariels
alone all night I dream of you
Snorkles, locked in the wood
the physic I want to split it
and free you to me
not in slavery
but slavvery
tongue to tongue
the Pennsylvanian Age
begins Anew
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