There are uncertainties traversing our unknowns despite the trolls we’ve ostracized under the bridge of our relationships. These ogres contemplate us from the abutments of our past: how and when and where to snatch us by our limbs. At night when we are drifting down to sleep we glimpse the glistening of their red tethered…

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