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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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