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That Night, Waiting, in the Zone of Sprinkle
Light not Heat
We Crumble On This Glitter
Magic Pink Fixer – Up [the electronic beat continues]
When You Contact Me I Lose Inhibition
Verse Three Paragraph Seven
We Ocean! We Sky!
Two Long Tendril-Like Feelers Sprouted Out.
The Shrew Would Have Cushioned The Blow
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