Founded Maroon Island. Extremely curious about money, human mind and the effect of chance in life.
I am not feeling so well:
red ore, smelting pot;
downcast, on three,
plops —
Will you gather me?
Mask
my smell? Mould,
poison
polish me,
the tip of an arrow?
A wolf shadows
me at the edge of the woods.
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