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The man with a spherical crown He aspires to conspire About the shadow realm With shrunken shrines of human skulls He suffered to sacrifice goats And now found satisfaction through screens Perhaps some day I could try burfi, Stuff myself silly With this secret delicacy So long, solo white king Somewhere in a satire sufficient future, Somehow they would use our carbon molecules And particles from follicles as fossil fuel and I'd be satisfied If we died together.
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Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 12:40 PM UTC
To a retired artist
The man with a spherical crown He aspires to conspire About the shadow realm With shrunken shrines of human skulls He suffered to sacrifice goats And now found satisfaction through screens Perhaps some day I could try burfi, Stuff myself silly With this secret delicacy So long, solo white king Somewhere in a satire sufficient future, Somehow they would use our carbon molecules And particles from follicles as fossil fuel and I'd be satisfied If we died together.
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Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 12:40 PM UTC
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