targeting
targeting
the
wall
of
Blood
the
piles
of
straw
one
on
the
other
wrestling
one
on
the
other
bristling
there is no May to night
in
the
going round
and round
of
the Merry Go Round of Months
tonight.
No, not tonight
No.
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