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C. CLOUDBURRY
Old fried
THE FORM OF POPES
What do we know? Of the form of popes.
of the hand, neck,
face, or eye
Our bodies.
The entire thing
Accentuate the pleasant
Trick our mind
into ageless wonder,
Infant flesh. Self
diminished
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