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all boils burst to dust.
it dances on hurricanes top,
they rain absolutely un-slaking

one knows not
where it shall stop,
only,certain
tis the war of next making.

only the dust therein knows
where it shall seed;
where it, the dust
must beget more dust
and breed infant rivers of need.

say something nice ... or not

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