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This virgin venture in to the left. A voyage through the dust towards the west. Serotine so serotinous in this season. This future-Miles from a past marred and squalorious. It all falls in...and out. This wounding tenure that hails all theft. I am robbed of nearly all and sent to the bed. Why do I draw all the salients nigh? A single shot of ersatz, to calm all nerves they said. It's drawn me in...and out. From Letras Mania