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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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