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Tears wept of pavement.
Eyes ripped of scars.
Child stripped, now bare momentum.
shhhh... there!
F'ya sits, a charred and sunburnt frog . . .
While elsewhere, croons a man:
“How dare you spit at me!
Dreamer! Venomous dreamer, lie-weaver,
your
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