Hard be it for me to pass judgement upon such prose.
Your words flow like music upon violins bow.
Dripping their way down through your soul.
Leaving you glistening with afterbirth.
Reborn.
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Hard be it for me to pass judgement upon such prose.
Your words flow like music upon violins bow.
Dripping their way down through your soul.
Leaving you glistening with afterbirth.
Reborn.