the bigness of cannon is skilful, bit i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility of poppies….. i say that sometimes on these long talkative animals are laid fists of huger silence i have seen all the silence filled with vivid noiseless boys at Roupy i have seen between barrages, the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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