where old habits go to die (Nova inspiration)

Out of Time, the grease of Achaean wheels

Drove parcel meat and milk floats down Plaid and Ivy,

Laced curtained and daily stripped bare by desire,

Cause fed and debriefed, light caressed flight,

 Caution derailed,

 The caption elated,

informs for once,

but burns the same,

 lazer flame






Caution derailed,

 the caption elated,

informs for once,

but burns the same

Lazer flame




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