hills
that
rise
sounds
vibrant
and
a squid
clinging
serpent
like
with
serpent
vigor
round
and
round
or
polyps
in
the
flesh
of
life
and
youth
piercing
slow
blood
seeping
seeping
slow
for
that
thief
for
that
was
alas!
Age.
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