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Poetess
if one would iridesce greed one two three patterns emerge one skin of ochre two blood like blood three one can do nothing to embrace one’s poetess hang a snare one two three from the nose of a fox one two three what awaits one there one spiked leather collar two three a black vinyl dress one’s beard…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 106
among us knew many boys a half dozen? she was a retired pant and the fridge is full The tech tee fridge is full of bedrooms The window is open To Hackensack will you jump on my trampoline? The lights have sparrows and among us knew many boys a half dozen? said she was A…
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