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86 Soccer Queen Lying Thirsty, paper Beacons pen Through libidinous Grey matter To come grace Her; desiringly, he To flow, rushes…. Like desert sand, Paper gobbles him, Swelling smooth as would Well nourished kids; And he falls off lean, Incarnating That with nothing Of him, but his liquid…. Generous paper All takes…. Would not on nip shrink Lose a jot of rain Though the drain Herself, Snowy She holds fast to Enticing string, Appealing Even for numb nips For it is now history And he the sapped tree Void of leaves Survives…. ...

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