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| z | ...and screams, whetted by the scabrous clouds, erase the rendered lines, the sky is black now, and the raven is blue in the catchlights, waving the wing of silence, opening the night flower, opening the wind, opening the way he goes, open, and those clawed feet, those talons, those flashing razors, they catch at me, tickling my arm flesh, telling me of pain and blue shrinking, waving the blood... | 141212 |