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when the poker cubes: already fairly annoyed between the four walls:
arbitrarily opened their spotted coats -
the rectangles wrapped  themselves into cylinders theatrically  -
triangles: for a short time: ceased to patting on their shoulders
and then sometimes: it slowly started:  Love -
then it was necessary to deport the soused infinity:
and again: to align the time from right to left (only between us:
rumba balls never recovered from that shock)
:then:
the supple
          circle
          onscribed
          herself: to the
          tender
square rightfully








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