Precariously carrying a cup of tea with milk, \ and a saucer, over sharp papers laid \ on a particle board desk. An open window, where the \ spring-night ...| clover.poe
I see a shadow in the distance \ Engine I can barely hear it hum \ Running from the path of least resistance \ Who knows who we'll become Yours is ...| clover.poe
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