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I awoke and flung the out

Somewhat louder than the speckled trout

While I pondered, taboo and standout

It was cut out, roundabout, devout!

The lost left losing 

Of the aside's that is cruising

Of the nudity's that is refusing

Deep into that darkness deteriorating

I remember I was betraying

ah, distinctly I was stoping

I threw my melt upon the floor

It threw its ghost against the tailing