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The Nacreous Oughts

27 April 2020

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the Lyrids fell through clear skies
aim sonar, anosmia
to pierce through the riddle crowd

the Lyrids fell through clear skies
becalmed we are on this veldt
cranched we are in this airspace

the Lyrids fell through clear skies
aim sonar, anosmia

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