Classic Poem

it) It will it
Will come (we
being
unwound & gone into the ground) but

though

with wormS eyes
writhe amor (Though through

our hearts hugely squirm
roots) us
ly; though
hither nosing lymoles cru. Ising

thither:t, ouch soft-ly me and eye (you
leSs

)ly (un
der the mi
croscopic world's

whens, wheels; wonders:
murders, cries; hopes;
houses, clouds. kisses,
lice; headaches: ifs.

)
yet shall
our Not to
be

deciphered
selves

merely Continue to experience

a neverish subchemistry of
alWays
) fiercely live whom on

large Darkness And The Middle Of
The
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