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Moonlight silhouette of a flea inside a parasite.
On the stomach of mankind's all.
A look to the curtains, a touch of the havens.
And of course a wisdom's brawl.
A Woman wearing a gold necklace looking down.
At many dirty pots and pans in a sink.
Why do schizotypals isolate.
You blink.

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