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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by windslowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrinedat the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned)som..
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Above, the blushing blood moon vexes silken ebon spacewith shadows in the mournful mist recalling, pale, a wistful trace -her farewell smile I viewed ..
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The typewriters tap,with a rat-a-tat-tat,like a fourth estate rapto provide us the pap(that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat)in a newspaper scra..
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1Though still within our infancy,we strive and thrive, but woefullywe flash and flaunt our 'primacy',display our trophies pridefully.Our terra firma e..
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The dawn unfolds beyond my fractured windowpaneand breezes tease while drapes, like serpents, slip asideexposing worlds that race and run aground, ins..
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Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky! Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by �"for, filled with ..
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Someday I'd like to wander freelike butterfly, like bumblebee,perhaps to plant a willow treebeside the silent solemn sea,before these things exist no ..
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Cast a glance to the comet up highwith a name sounding awkward and dry (in the stellar marquee it's marked 'six-seven-P')and a motion that's h..
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The scientists flung the Rosetta like spinning a ball in rouletta. The nerds were annoyed when their progeny buoyed.All was saved with a back tu..
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We've landed a probe on a cometand found it was made of green vomit. Well, creatures within it, decided to thin it,serve probe a pea soup, then em..
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