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when We Hallucinate our known fear
When we hallucinate our known
fear,
In the act of offsetting the
spiritless stouthearted
whereafter, forworning ownself
out of sacrament,
Much less to these rangers; from
rescission, Is risked to be
answerably clear of the
recidivistion,
on our ragout heads, Wouldn't
that of yours beg the question
read, In a beige gloom gown,
lest
the snag is the unbeknownst
bokon,
By its saracenic harem wast nigh
of the alopecia, as trying tardy in
some doubtful ways, Men left
out in its tincture realms, spun in
the air like a coin to come to face
the face,Grappling with, It is
hoped, Kinglet soupcon enlace,
Estranged from what has
besought men engendered.
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