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Shall Perish With It
Remember, if that even matters
It's rather a movement that's clever without gestures
To splatter words on plain papers
When 1, 2, many thinkings scatter, in a relaxed manner
On dust & after the 3rd coming of the master, & forever
There, positioning farther back a slain sheep that's now my shepherd
A pen still prisoned in my hand;
Still the food processor without a blender
It's rather a movement that's clever without gestures
To splatter words on plain papers
When 1, 2, many thinkings scatter, in a relaxed manner
On dust & after the 3rd coming of the master, & forever
There, positioning farther back a slain sheep that's now my shepherd
A pen still prisoned in my hand;
Still the food processor without a blender
Published 12th Mar 2014
| Edited 13th Mar 2014
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