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i mean roar i mean a pile of popes rolling like glass i mean cones of hair and octopi behinds sipping dolphin coffee softness within the naked sunshine pattern of heliotropic chirm fire the bright lambs in their bazooka daydreams rippling with eagle salt pervading pyrrhic blood ejaculate lassitude from anticonfluential sour bellied harp fathers
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