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So...you have come here too?
Have you seen my Mother?
None other than It?
Zoo animal, trying to guise well
W/ no rest upon her name
No taste for my coma
My lips be dumb in comparison
For her...
...my spine is over driven.

Then a dog urinates
A cooling flame
Upon the travelling wheel
Sainthood
For and to shooting food
Ripe and studied
With eyes like time
This time will be mine.