the ones in ether

the ones in ether were the freshest ones
the latent fulcrum fortified the lake
the radish drilled until the end was done
the earless boss grew teeth out of her face
we paid her curses off and relished some
the federales chased the smoke away
the stew he made and crawled out from
our saints all nailed inside the naked cage

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