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86 Waiting Young with Nothing There newness saw its burst of numbness tomorrow’s nextness severs onceness century’s fabric flights across a barely shouldered world unformed midnight numbers many hovers for a million soons a street of wings where nows begin in cloaks of unformed suns say this bigness plays with brightness rolling over urban onceness say this boldness stays with whatness calling out for swollen tearness sayness be my mouthness tongueness loveness lay such hardness sunless nightness try this muchness slay this fingrel’s mighty yesness severed city claiming swoon I am one among your millions flying suns among the brilliance infant birthness barely tuned ...

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