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Norwegian Woody


Escape 
disappear into fate. 

Slake that tin
burrowing extractions.

Piston in the enemy 
followed hard 

bearing wound
to market
to market

furiously,
stiff and potent 

live chunks
of stone 

concave under.
Spew and blunder.

The whelming bone
a hack and jacked 

vessel. Carriers now 
now now now.

Excavating
perpendicularly 

perpendicular
to the abstraction. 

Sweet bridges
burned.

A preserve
to observe.

Radicles remain
active.















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