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Quarks and Gluons: Ode to The Collider

, we are/-----arrows are burrowed, things cleared
shipments take past tenses up your throat--singles
flick. DOts donate themselves to a longing
Sharpening. What to make is the asking of a little,
forgetful fool. WE ARE ONE TO NINE DIVIDING SEVEN
INCHES OF A ROTATE>?

Question syntax./ Attachments wrung, wrong
Here are my black-s

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