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N+[rnd.pos]Var. Frank in sensum and murmuring A wath falling fluidly against The icy silene itself a soundling Of the idle sphacelation whose lilting Presension signals simple connective Refigured prefigured where the momist's Treff like electrum contained a stot Branching blanching twisting slipping Whose local and galactic enfaunt Like a heddle questeroun many tiered Like a skyvald with a beaconage On every Floreal fell quickly through The wawaskeesh where once the Imari Had grown now a single Silenus A single grown sourock of longinquity A cellular frosling surging through The mirrored taledoux a tender strume Or elaborate suum of leam A soft green hong splattered With debacle and rejoneo A hand of butteris and sandarac Mimicking the sunck ratu Saluting the disembodied songle So tethered to the sourdet Of empusa