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: : Shedding Crowd. : : The room filled crowd emerged : : Red flushed faces radiating warmth : : From a warming experience : : The more you share : : To deeper it goes : : Light emersions flows : : And spreads the flying pieces, body parts : : All over town : : Room is expanding : : Like a fire consuming : : Devouring all it spreads : : Giving it back to the polluted air : : The experience to be grasped and handled : : To intension to limiting : : A crowd dispensing rained down : : by water canon’s, : : Isn't any good. : : JACOB KREUZ FELD : : Sitting flattening body : : Value is in the almost dying parts; you should be lusting for. : : Feast with the cracks fested inside the ridge ness of a growth – : : Filthy is the one who looked like you. : : Ready to be sufficed by the manger seduction : : Of a meager woman. : : But you can’t sing about that. : : Strangeness makes up for the heralding death of perfect men; : : And absurd play that works – no pain no power too great : : Not what a mortal mind could hold. : : Soaken body farts – it’s all in death’s release : : Spoken from these sad eyes makes it everlasting. : : It’s all in these mad celebrations. : : Fines divided into dreams – : : The cut down tree had its overwhelming arms hung out over us; : : Reminds us Devolvement had a warmth : : That got ed away hard. : :

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