Fear got fast Broken icons, blast Wriggle You're sitting? Laps can't be topped Unless that's so Can I pass the age With the aged? I hope so Their analog grooves Valley deep Without a cry for mountains Clouds are each the first of their kind Until they are facilities, sucking down water And electricity, enabling each alas Give me soggy cahoots Moisture, rotted woulds Let futures tumble off silicon pedestals
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