eleguá

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yr fog snail ,creep

beside a lens ah

Turnabout ah mes

pieds c'est la nuit

(J-M de Heredia) yr

SOGGY FORK uh

hull up sloshed be

side's the Clotted

Lunch sleeping in

yr THroat tu perro

muerto al acecho

detrás de la puerta

indemne the louder mist