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What day is it now? Have you comets?
They are fatless and shipment-oriented
They people concrete as unslain
Bodies in Japan before

Bombs, after the slay of flower, blame
A conflicted sweater reflecting credit on
A scab, you wake up to, a shower, lain
A rose

You
Talk down books and lease, read
A glass, the heat of unopened letter, sta-

Tic of metallic
On soil in the street by

A bed of asphalt, grounding to humble such fat-
Herless anti-

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