The Gloomslinger’s Riddle

                                                  The Albino,                                                  he made me                                                   Human chatter and history,                                                  they ate me I am of Mary’s strong armsfor the way she’pound bread’s doughsay they Say they,my eyes—not sockets—but twinkling blue                                                   I’m lookin’ right at youSee how full, how rosy they are?I have...

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