Short Story #25 – (rearrived)


low! goodfornobody, softly lay

(in must be)

suffering all, hark!


(it might be)

thell me now thiss

night rivishy divil

x. y. to flore to

pftjschute of cropse tartarus

please you cannot (go)

whilst ageend is to mind the

night quis ut deus zead.



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