i've already spotten an echo-chamber
of writers on this site...
i pray to god... that...
          well... they echo what they
must necessarily require themselves
to echo... and find me...
                  sinking-stone...
in a mirror of nursery-rhymes
that only tic-tac-toe adventures...
ever or will... ever... provide them with...
to... "counter":
and here's! a! retort...

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such are... the most blessed of nights.