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No sleek, slippery surfaces could appose the cove can hold.
Where truth
                                                 lies
                                                          - Allies combine - warped confessions disguise pink mold (rather bold) that'll grant legends told.
Curtains they buy,
hidden stark-slander along spangle banners.
"When do whirling doves escape gates forsaking
entrances
with no black box mistaking?"
the Wolf-Skinned Sheep yowled to whitened
yellow musks drenching him.
But all was clenching it,
No...