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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
These lavender sub-rosa letters traced blithely from the lacunae of the genie’s heart are all misfits and soul crashers, illuminated by the save-the-world Bagua light and dark hexagons and circles, a supreme, jolly word-fest for the double-image sage who longs to dine on saffron alphabet and cum-linguistic punch. It’s a speckle of sylvan stars and moonshine from the basement of the Sinophilic mind-glorified poems of superpalazzo double entendres, echoes, and shouts rising from the rainy-day words of dark three-penny operas of my kind.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
These lavender sub-rosa letters traced blithely from the lacunae of the genie’s heart are all misfits and soul crashers, illuminated by the save-the-world Bagua light and dark hexagons and circles, a supreme, jolly word-fest for the double-image sage who longs to dine on saffron alphabet and cum-linguistic punch. It’s a speckle of sylvan stars and moonshine from the basement of the Sinophilic mind-glorified poems of superpalazzo double entendres, echoes, and shouts rising from the rainy-day words of dark three-penny operas of my kind.