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infinite reverb

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infinite reverb �
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the trouble with a proper treason is generally the puzzle of it. �
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there should be some music �
there should be some � �
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there should be �
�a stripped espousal � �
a static forever � �
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chirp and chirp mademoiselle � �
in a braid of barbs and twigs of crown � �
my harp drowns� �
in such a beauteous hell as thou. �
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�infinite reverb � �
love is made from the noise of love � �
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& thus rub we together � �
we together � �
warp and rub � �
tongue the cusp �
the crust � �
and the custard � �
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love is made � �
from the noise of love � �
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clash in chamber � �
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maneuver we lik � � �e mongols � �
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& here so gather with bow in arm �
& here so a thousand suns she sighs a thousand suns she cries echoing in the space machine howling and feeding the rhythm down & a thousand suns she screams burning rings into the sky aglow wide white like a femur in a perro's eyeball �although it is impenetrable to behold with foot and fist of this pedal of this petal pressed into the ground where we twist and twist O domino wrapped and wrapped in seditious gowns wrapped in vast sections and rapt vivisections of sound � �
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�� i � � �nfinite reverb there should be �
�a fissure a static forever there should be a music on fire to sing us til drowned � �
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