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While drinking the long night you became taller than the eternal question, bitten by the moon. Witchhunting will not stop in oligarchy. A human right stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust. The weightlessness is paraded nude amongst the full-lipped follies of ornamental speech. The duende was lacking in palace. Rivals held the moonlight. Now the muse will become celibate. A giant mantis hops on a podium to bless the dying god, and the candle burns whole night. Satish Verma

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Date: 10/13/2012 9:53:00 PM
Satish...stanza 2 ends in genius fashion! Jimbo
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