*Arc, lucifer*
Arc, lucifer, your plato
like last outliving
plutonic friends
now these things
strong although inelegant
perhaps less
fill in with pencil
cyber emptying
in-out thyroid breezes -
the laid banquet to be
as a moment the same title -
if the raff-riff's riff-raff's
fecundity's via the fly-over
but not by that farmed
dry premise, bereft as the nude ducks
trying the one splurge
as sweet as to banter eschew around, in more
than one range syncopating
then pallid lineage arc
off a memory of math
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