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Oct 2019
Hush-hush,
a sentience moves the toy
into a mile long corner
where a door greets the jamb

Sulk,
ignore a pointed finger
weigh down exploration of the boy
this theatre will frown

Secrecy,
you knew it all stood still
before that door stood you up
from feeding your mastodons will
WiltSov
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