...Of The Alaskan King

A Girl A Gun A Ghost 7 0 202 0
Sleep well my darling, you are at rest. You’ve been set free. Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires, And rockets flew self-driven amid the vault of Heaven. Like a cherub borne unto the sky… Like the Sun blocked by a satellite our tears have silver lines.

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