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b r e a k i n g ( g n i k a e r b )
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scrawl of balls of gas
stones are thrown in bungalows
splatterings of glass
shatters in the head
bursts of squirms of cans of worms
blurs of blethered bread
catch the cabbage fly
scratch the misted yawning tor
yet the blend is nigh
so the fro is fog
twists of tongues & mumbled drums
hills within a bog
codes within the ode
scatter cushion factories
fluster & explode
morning in a spin
hymns ‘n’ dreams of magic beans
on the dawning in
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