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Ha, ha, haha

The laugher was there without the hahah ha & ha

Was above the unstoppable

unmelted, wingless

beyond the ideal, postpartum

with no spare dedalus


yet us.

Flown without feathers

Soaked in humanity for a while, gambling the eternity

On the riverbed with thugs…

66 – lucky he was

Next roll

66 – again

A cheat you are, the meager groaned!

66 – he threw again

And after next

They picked up the chains and shovels and axes and other godly tools

The escape was beaten into circles then circle then globe

Then spin into escape they choired


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