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Mozambique

Mozambique From shimmering oil of ebony still will come flailing of limbs will come hacking quick slashing of hands now untied tattooing no pattern not even a maze depriving gray walls of their stone will come spittle wild churning rivers agush from slack jaws of blanching gray hounds till one day at dawn will come quiet Donal Mahoney

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