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Roarschach
Roarschach
leaving prison zoo fit for two stuffed with four coat of white in field of green not a single polymer to hide you go heaven-searching if you choose your solemn eyes like solemn skies empty pools of forfeiture find your spot among airborne peaks and leap into His open arms rest among the storm clouds let your coat be heavens stars and your eyes the skies of every mourning