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Last minute means
where I am cornered.
That is the last minute where
I find a mottled glove.
I could join my hands and gloves ascending.
sky vault blimps carrying.
Born out from fogs night descending.
Floral wheels turning.
Soon dusk whorl zinc colored lakes.
To find the mottled glove appeal.
where I am cornered.
That is the last minute where
I find a mottled glove.
I could join my hands and gloves ascending.
sky vault blimps carrying.
Born out from fogs night descending.
Floral wheels turning.
Soon dusk whorl zinc colored lakes.
To find the mottled glove appeal.
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Mottled Glove
Mottled Glove