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shake wriggle the hope eternal dalmation your spots of stars in my pants of golden treacle where i dissolve to flowerdom palace surge the ineffable wristwatch of tears to bandaloop cigardragon in cats whisker stupor or rise chair leg and sausage into the barn's rafters cranking the sky's walnut lightening to plough the trampoline fiddle with old-time blood and our rags fell from us & the cotton in our mouth brings us lopped and crashing into the violent fringe of arms soft and regretful, morning with its striped hat, it's braided, spaghetti'd religion unbounded, unspoken, tranquil



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