WORDS FOR PLAY: Will Wall

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Thursday, January 5, 2006

Will Wall

Your lips are pursed, a sentence parsed passes through them and I feel what it is to touch your hem and haw at jests we’ve played upon the rest, who were delayed in pregnant pause beyond the pale. If I failed to fall for you after you felled me with a fatal shot, the reason is that debts unpaid came... Sign in to see full entry.

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