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We weave eaves
droppings found
in ether knits
mixed to max
out on swordplay
all onging off
about bouts of
from form
functioning as us
escapes we at her
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"O mom of us all"
We cried allowed
there was no accounting for what followed
[Comfort bubbles bursting all over
turning us into mom knows what
intercontext: cohearandsees splendidly splitting seeds]
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