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Let me hear you say things that unburden the air, destroy
articles, nouns, apassivating particle and adjectives,
commas and the final period.
Throw them to the other beasts, it's not enough for us
lovers of ultra danger, hyper probing
of unspeakable headaches - on account of that: of the demand
for nothing. Then let me braid my ermos in yours, quietly.
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LINGUEE, Germany. March 2020.
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