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| typhoid |
sansara abysmal wax wing cacoon now underground rainclood stops leaking to see if the celophane monkeys have risen in threes sinking songs rise, rise again young minions the gates of tomorrow are closing race for the entrance and skip through the mooring climb a hill, to go look at the amberblue sky, the landscape on fire, the ant_people milling about in their plasticine worlds |
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