Tailor Bell - Strata Bound

All heed the dusky dankness
Folly dancing, saltdome glancing
Swirling moat of nasty mire
Sets the sun, its molten run
Of hues and odors splashing
Harsh against clear cubes of mixed desire
Thrusting orange at gates of reason
Drills the life out of our Season

Tailor Bell

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