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impossibly

motivated by midnight
the flyspecked abdominous female
indubitably tellurian
strolls
emitting minute grins

each an intaglio.
Nothing
has also carved upon her much

too white forehead a pair of
eyes which mutter thickly (as one merely
terricolous American an instant doubts
the authenticity

of these antiquities—relaxing
hurries
elsewhere; to blow

incredible wampum
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