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                           snow
                                      - the light ground
                   the white rocks
 
			
			~
 
 
it begins to seem normal like talk of death for the dying -
the paraplegic curse's energy gone to acceptance of 
the twisted limbs -
                                (in this hobble across the centre floor,
           we learn
                            - good humour in these assigned tasks
 
                                            sort the 
                                                         twisted math and grammar
 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
          could we shove it/were it
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