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our yearnings are the creepy packs of
anonymous snakes with hot scalds converted in time into fossils which conserve the earth’s heat it remained only dreams for the dreams’ sake wrapping our bodies alike ivy we cannot meet people with four arms four legs and one head cannot hear any more professions of love only rocks repeating like talking parrots fragments of the monologue’s echo from sob – as humankind’s new language only the blast of some pain incites sometimes the heart’s embers shakes and reminds us that part of life has fallen down nearby or been left behind like rain halves of glassy globes browbeat to fit with halves of plastic cubes – too much hybrid matter self-abjuration and ideals merged in ivory towers ruling over the welter
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