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orb swallow.
bitten by that
barbel poker,
on the bad
bounce, back again,
biscuit driven.
here comes saturn
at eight o'clock
running rings
around the moon
it's a new day
a new fire is set
a world reclaimed
from the depths of
deep dark dank
we emerge
into the light
day of the dead
on the sea floor
notherworld
altogether
but like a party
like a party
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