“ And in each arm that seems like a yoke the palpitating ferrous juice spatters, the juice that in a creative daily effort sparkles, like a tragic diamond, through the pores of the hand that the glove has still not byzantinated. ”
“ And in each arm that seems like a yoke the palpitating ferrous juice spatters, the juice that in a creative daily effort sparkles, like a tragic diamond, through the pores of the hand that the glove has still not byzantinated. ”
