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Ashkalon Alone

​There are many rooms in my mother’s house.

We work until our hands are renewed in strength, holding on for an hour, a day.

We loosen the bound elements with a thrush of apple tree in perfect balance.

Eden’s climbing vine in the coccyx of Adam. Froggy throat and the indigo chakra working in sync.

Until the dew and dawn of morning we dream of her possibility.

Wisconsin a place of beautiful water ways, natural and inclusive—-

The spirit is botched!

Making a debacle of oral consumption.

The travelers immediately take note of the mouth at the tavern.

Tori and tourists glancing at the mlb transition from miller park to the insurance needed to maintain such a a loathed habit.

Baby powder pitted against marjoram is a common ground for feuding.

Finding what is best for a newborn soon becomes an art form.

Gems and Jewels placed in Araboth. Unlimiting the firmament in pure purpose.

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