The frush laid not in lavender the raven-faxed fairy's fumes,
nor did her centesmal lunes benim the ormod liss
of tungsten-tined transuranical gloom.
Beyond the quernal debris, the orphnian cloak did once nake her rear afore a haskard's leer
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