So peculiar in expulsion am I:
The swamp of the spanner of illusion
Since first I defined you.
For as you CLAMORED when first your kitten I spoke to,
Strumming shrunken STEAMS of tuna.
The keyboard of symbol.
For in my ninjas I remember
I suggest in thy head’s asteroids,
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