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Carpet threading the sky (Free verse) by INTRANSIT Rigormortised feet
makes one inhale
the stench of sterility
and the progressive regression
of technology.
A house made of ticky-tacky.
Dip the lower eschelons
and sip the friendly motion
then load for bear
the Praetorian compassion.
Now leave.
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