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Slippery and Gest



Emptiness
how the number zero

also appeals
to the infinite.

Open as sky
eye my spy.

Not to deny
scrappy and sly.

Dynamite came
dropped a crater.

And the sky
will fall

its eclipse
buggers all.



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