lambent he digits

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                  'long whut winter left
                             expoze'd
                        for mine see'z
                                 feel

                           'long whut 
                     flush'z        crimson
                               bright
                           front thuh
                       crackling logz
                                 top
                         ourn     ourn
                               jeanz
                              pinwale corduroy
                                               ((ouch))
                                                booots
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