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O capacious room,
give me your tongues.
I’m done with being self-
possessed. Take hold, turn
the river in me.
That the smell of cows drifting in the open window is indeed that of a living beast.
“I was having coffee with my subconscious. He was a peculiar looking man. Small, with a waxed mustache and crossed legs.
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