I've been framed.
Time framed. Sea bound and see beyond the depths of understanding. Wonder plummets at the heart of the arrow.
Come my children.
Come and see.
The egg with the crack...the yolk-less joke. King of hearts. broken men. The wall's a tumbler broken glass carpet. Do you fathom the drift, the tide, get my drift. wooden crosses have bleeding hearts. The sense is in the perception. However the reception is poor. Radio head. Burning crosses.....and the king's horses. It cannot be done --that which was said. My transmission is not received.
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