there is something awful to be said for some with
thoughts a-weaving threads that galvanize and wrap around
the hands and heads of self-composed and self-obsessed petrifying
masses of degenerate pride feeding on their dread exude from every pore
with bleeding wrists that flood their eyes and fill their minds
to flowing out and carry with them clots and scabs to scars and
bluster
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