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what if you were made of grass and you grew beneath my fully-formed form that is ever-transformingwould you feel and know the eco-arousal of our microbacterial exchangewould you be as satisfied as mewould you be ,...taking my words away from mei d
Into the maw of hare and fear, Drawing you ever near. Many will enter and few will leave, but those who do, lose all sanity. The maw holds a presance, Of which you would never believe.