the Blank Space
Massacre
In the eye of the arid aristocracy during the heat of a violet night the ladybug flies alone against the rough winds that spray salt and dirt in the distance and sever many wings leaving gashes and cutsthat complicate flight.
In the eye of the arid aristocracy
during the heat of a violet night
the ladybug flies alone
against the rough winds
that spray salt and dirt in the distance
and sever many wings
leaving gashes and cuts
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