Machina no treatise for
beyond a scope of the
dead speech
screeching in tongues
and I am if I be nearly as
a Methuselah.
A crafty gilded craving
for the gold beyond the fingers touch
... all delusion is mine, said Justin Time.
I make you sympathetic
I give you the choice of none
other than you WILL
be communicated...
eventually.
She said something to which Justin replied,
"I am the wretched hollow,
the endless in-between
Thousand miles
Thousand years
I am now living on borrowed,"
said Justin Time.
"Terror my Terrah,
is it truly impossible to
find you in the clutter of
beautiful jewelry?"
(?:H:17:15:11|24.3.011:Y:?]©c.thomas.carter
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