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we can do whatever we want
the coral summer
mind
flour of england
no millstones will grind
finer than those in the mind
raise yourself, alone
way
master, i am lost
you are awake, burn the map!
mind goes where it wants
kog
– would the guys
– who mined the ore
– mind this door
– i don’t see why not
– it’s spare parts
– into art
– no thing wasted
– no thing made
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