Bland recipe,
a night without stars -
my fate dangles in a gray cobweb;
the wind beyond the bars,
bloats its grayness,
emaciates it -
nothing twinkles,
nothing spars
with what is sparse...
A night without stars,
a night without stars.
a night without stars -
my fate dangles in a gray cobweb;
the wind beyond the bars,
bloats its grayness,
emaciates it -
nothing twinkles,
nothing spars
with what is sparse...
A night without stars,
a night without stars.
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