It was not originally intended for that
Mezzanines Neither flesh nor fowl They are let loose, run loose Jaywalked so much the fence wore away ‘scuse me are you I’ll not perjure my treachery with mimesis I pluck this down while the letters fly round My labors crush me smooth as a shell
let me pull myself together w,w,w,wait! Maybe this does not concern me more sniggering the menials surround me critically congers gnashing and champing emptily “And when and how pleaseth janitor scrapes their gum from the floor I too grip the world’s edge, and setting my fingers to tear sinkholes bunching it falling unpitied in the snare made
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