by direful
the any words
became the town
to empty.
precis of elegiac
with ghosts and
QUests, season
of which
b' ecomes
the registry
factotum.
Not that
data bank in mercury
sLiNK, gonna
build my house
NeXt door to you.
Those words will remain
willing and town.
small vision in be
tWEen the molecular
nothing. damage
Is dun, colour
remains bent.
build
a house next
dOOr to yoU.
Babylon
is laid to waste.
small words the
people town, children
almost home.
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