sax < strings
plays as gauze
to
lesion
what intake
ever so slightly
thumbs to formulate
a makeshift
by a spare part(s)
gods unintentional intention galore
splitting his atoms
because
we are a window pane
broken and quiet
breeze from a door
left slightly ajar
intruder
calculates singularity
to infinity
to the last words of mark twain
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