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Yellow walls are swinging object compounded out of blood and flesh is lying down in brain copy machine and one piece of paper yellow walls are swinging object by yaws wide open waits green red blue crying only one piece of paper and it is white yellow walls are swinging object crucified over stabbed rinsed out through bloody forehead he signed death to mindedness yellow walls they are tranquilized piece of paper only one colored with meadows and flowers walls yellow walls swinging he pressed his head to the filthy linoleum close enough they will find the way to rape him through the walls

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