Fair faces of fallen foe
Stare, stationary, stealth in shadow. Bare breasts and backs, briskly broken On openings ornate with oaken oracles. Land lucidly beside lives that linger Atop anatomically abominable ancestry. Great, ghastly gestures, grained with grief Push positive people purposefully past Their tired, tied tongues, twisted thrice. Choking, crying, calling out, "Catastrophe!" Kings of killing kicked by kindred kangaroos.
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