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a silken pie

in hushed repose

wholesome food as "emperor's clothes"

The Blessed Sun

The Path traversed

Things gazed upon

We are raised among

Celestial names

that play at games

Invoke a face

Serpentine grace

The chattering

mind's vagaries

The chambered house

I found a mouse

The Roses spring

now, "taste your legs"

they're designed to move

Propel your wit

through vouchsafed ear

it's one to get

Much stronger now

Trust not my Age

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