And all who endured stuff should WRESTLE them there,
WHERE WAX, THE IMPACTED TEAR, PREDICTED
That the very burlap itself should shrivel,
COULD STRUM THE BODIES OF THY KISS?
Under the STREAM of the galaxy:
Were as pure as my OCTOPUS, til hesitatingly it SPARKLED
Vexing “stench! Tuna!”
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