A blind cracking dawn
ever gone, hightailing.
It’s the juice kills
the man not the options.
Proffers’ quaking rage
shreds the time tunnels and
unruly vision washes yield
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A blind cracking dawn
ever gone, hightailing.
It’s the juice kills
the man not the options.
Proffers’ quaking rage
shreds the time tunnels and
unruly vision washes yield
Exhibition 1874 