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of course you can use my konky word i like the word peculloid too :)
I'd appreciate some biographical details about this poet.
Dust motes float, trapped.Suspended in the timeless amber Of a sepia Wednesday.The cheap carriage clock, tarnishedTocks into the silent hum of the day.A fly drones, settles.Eileen rises from her chairWith more grace than of late, lightly