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Shimmering surface Slow ripple in the
moonlight Champagne tastes bitter
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Navigating blind Spring flowers in the
desert I plunge through the sky
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Synthetic sinews I stare at my
mask Carbon-based delight
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Everything running down June employee of the
month The taste of your lips (touch/scent/feel/sway/curve of your
hips? Rewrite!)
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Yesterday the grass Glistened with
crystals I wept with delight
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Branches stripped bare Thousands of hungry
magpies I long for winter
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