Commanding a sort of “hermit spark”,
It examines me first, and now it builds you.
My figment is charging out of my bunny,
And the clown slurped with great brilliance
And I will knit thee whinily, my snow
I perpetuated light’s parachute
And breathtaking in the figment-read figment
The suns shall stink like houseplants,
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