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Profiling the flaws after the ignition, starts

The night watchman has become an etcher.

The truth of my blood at the mensal

Becoming unsteady at points of darkness.

Gender― was becoming unborn, ―

The trapped body will not listen to baby fugue.

The winged sex of the module/wants to stay naked.

I walk for a short while― talking with the moon and

Where do you stand― in the crowd, for the love of a cause―

You should not be present― everywhere, O God. Pull down,