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The Mother Ship:
her belly is the cradle of swinging:
she is the space notary:
at who Christ and Buddha have had their religion verified -
she recycles gift refills:
she imitates cat gold - entangled in a cuckoo's nest:
as well as a secret: she has box character:
to excerpts from chest: and exposed atrias: and:
the heart detonators -
which forged my breaths and harnessed the hands:
my quintet around the palm and a betting intersection
- the rope extract -
she also sticks in her wrist:
as well as the falls: she likes wide gestures:
together we longs for the harpooning of banks with ferries:
to goad x-rays (lecherous: already a little across the line)
she: the cloud: an orbital: in which somewhere
I am
- the valid apple: what exerts by force of one Newton: 
and the bath of one scream: Eureka!



                          


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