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Milling the shallow
insanity never felt this smooth—
As the lone misbegotten,
the forgotten,
the frail
Fermenting behind placid torrents of scale
The spoils of the tincture
The madman who bellows
In shafts of a scripture
In the pages that yellow
Impassioned
Dishonest
Contained with mixed hallow
The devil’s disdain
is in milling the shallow
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For the torrents of insanity competition
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