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Dec 2015
Cloistered in ones circuit cell,
unable to escape convenient hell,
and extol the extracted things,
that burned of origami flightless birds,
to betray with malice the offered tongue,
yet no fair play so none have won.
Anna Eaton
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Anna Eaton
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