Star count

She has now come to keep the night in a state of rumble and peace unkept ,a remember of a day that stretched like days in no hurry of denouement when nothing would happen.

An old lady went away of malignancy leaving a high and hiccuping husband with a dancing throat in the kitchen in male egotism and paternal rights. The lady has since embraced her fire leaving her man entirely unembraced.

She whose eyes have long gone wild in her son’s sleep, is looking for stars in the night at their last count by him. She has forgot the count in the melee of she who went away to embrace fire leaving husband highly unembraced.

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