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Like inky jet, ejected on white paper,

A manic moon in ethereal night-

Genderless, instrusive, was the withering effect,

After a little wee, I will put the record straight

The cuckoo gives a final call.

The vagility was close to disaster.

You had tasted the salt of a viviparous.

Courting the dark words picking up from beautiful life,

One small step, in dark. A silver of fear

Don't spell the deportation. Mind seems split-