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If only I could stretch out like gold foil
Atom deep beneath cartesian mangle
My soul might hover over foreign soil
My self consciousness yours meet via angle
But I ooze ocean off in ozone roil
Lonely thoughts things wretched whims can wrangle
At pencil scratches static tickles toil
Gluons goad quarks and hackles guessed entangle
Perhaps Im ashen you an urn of ode
Gold nerve nibs mint minds mark mine valued veins
Endorphins drummed up satisfy sport strains
Sewage sludge sifts pure in time gold robot lode
If half lives lived glide glow glance me mine yours
Revolving variant verses double doors
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