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Wikipedia Poem, No. 130
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Abaddon
Where to dispose of the hole The small body begins where the breath falls through to the kaolinite production in cooler proportion of tonnes the People’s Republic — geographically weathered igneous preserved Flat across the earth Flat across the Earth ear to yourself whole an understated rejection of purpose No means no means hear it…
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