in flat and out sharp

I haven’t done this in time more recent than before the deliverance of me from high school. I haven’t adventures in this since before my manumitting of my identity. a face that was covered in a thin a raglan cotton shroud of death and need. The covering of a boy that dies  unknow to his path. the winding escherian staircase  that will eventually lead him back to the he he was always destined to be be.

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