I AM an abode about to open its doors to the world.
I AM an a-b-s-c-e-s-s.
I AM an abyss caught in the void of zero.
I AM an accordion waiting for my music to be unfolded.
I AM an acorn enclosing a mighty oak.
I AM a puffer breathing life into a huffer.
I AM a braid clearing the world for a pate.
I AM a percussion banging the moneychangers.
I AM a rasp waiting to be rubbed.
I AM a knock blocking the destruction of the world.
Thomas Mofford
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