With Amber Longing
Plaiting the tactile indifference of a parting disposition, he scoops a seeded reverence. Always plucking. Always stranded beneath a lofty crown. Always his awl weighs the scratchings of a scandalized plot, but he roots no spurning wonder. Inconsistencies forever draft his hand.
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