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None(are)Left (in) Duetime \ (Fresh Fraud For Fuel)
all it has to
due wit[h] is
no
thing at all, &
therewith misspelt'ed myName for Us
to sing in singalong singsong, like
children singin no specific song
(tho a'dult voices are hollow in refrain)
Wise &
portending
[to] the empty space
just south of
anywhere[s].
yOur
synTax is so
incisive as to make [a]
fool'a
meSelf in language
that none (for all)
can hear.
just imagine an
anatomic rendering, faulted
from
old world
subjectivity,&
one
one
one could almost see It
fall into Place
in someone else's
Living Room \ bloody-pure
nonsense at
t h a t,
in chilly imbecilic manner
(daresay/diresaid)
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