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The Passage


Disindividuating ChaosAnd old Discord clamped Down on my downy loveBefore it was spoken of, Suckled must be in a yearFirst fingered; sensed no fear, Then shot up in the blue skyConclamant with ability, O I remember the holy dayWhen glory along [...]

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