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lovelorn – language stunting

toast preposterous jammed jelly bright;

blast, breaking the triangle fast; blast;

collision—train stalled—oil staining

us as embers stabbed in splendor, stoked


Stella, lay low,

the light, our life, is theft;

monster moons vacuum villainous

our volumes, the large

before, our us as previous, lost


big rigging, maiming Miss Stella mine

in vain discontent rut tired sick;

flip the jacks flapped, tomcat;

flap little bird canticles cracked

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