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Head.

The dog sat as if daydreaming,
I read his mind, he was thinking of a mathematical equation
that would impede the intermission between signals.
A mouse stitched together the gash on my forehead,
The unseen fish cleans the dirt you create
Birds are in key
You've failed.



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