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THE VAGUE CHAPTER
I sneered,
When she muttered our age was no spring.
Aeeh! I would she’d known.
Our juvenescence was definition of luxury.
These senile backs once like horses ever rode music.
It’s age’s hand that has...
When she muttered our age was no spring.
Aeeh! I would she’d known.
Our juvenescence was definition of luxury.
These senile backs once like horses ever rode music.
It’s age’s hand that has...
