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The Chest Of Pylon
Whose lore is sewn on chaps
and
cortex?
prone to butt long in his
vault
and foregone the last requiescat
In despond like futtock-plate on
matte space
Birled and stymied in hub
And nub-out tide only to
adulterate an open cist
On the chests of pylon.
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