Overcoat. Whiskers curl around the collar; I have the coat. Other shapes pass with an aloof cleanliness All perfumed and watchful; what was that quote? We were all made equal, well more or less? The heart beats sadly; all will be the same eventually Hands are independent; they reach out to a... Sign in to see full entry.
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