77 8 6
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it said: the glass
the glass mister! Answer
for madness, bliss
cancer.
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1100 6 5
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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1202 14 9
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Each day, they trot the coiffed/
and painted cadavers across the stage.
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1045 7 5
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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