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A mute flare-up

a sip of coffee before the bitter one knew about it.

A hole inside a whole two roads

and a pair of sleeping eyes.

How many mirrors are there too?

The afternoon tumbles and two lights pop out

two children passing as tú.

3 space guarantee

the promise of a complex and an enemy

free open books, 3 grams of salt.

I said four asterisks and named nothing.

What is the same as ______ ?

Yes, 5 times you wonder what I do here?

Light your bed on fire, let it combust and divide itself.