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An(fragrance)Of

(Begins)
millions

Of Tints (and)
&
(grows)Slowly(slowly)Voyaging

tones intimate tumult
(Into)bangs
minds into
dream(An)quickly

Not

un deux trois
der
die

Stood(apparition.)
WITH(THE ROUND AIR IS FILLED)OPENING
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