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Along the highway: while the toothless tilers and slimy painters
        tears off the reflectors from scattered mileposts and pours themself with a muddy black beer without foam -
                from sleep still callous devils 
                         lights one butt from another
                                 and waits at the bus stops for the wedding night connections forever: