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- On top of the poles
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- My tongue tied
- hung on top of the pole
- each time speaking
- the tongue had to shrink
- pulling the flabby body up
high
- I writhed like a rag
wriggling in strong wind
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- While thinking about painful
tongue
- Suddenly a butterfly wing
grew on stone edge
- Rosy wing made embankment
tremble
- And the board advertised
invigorating drink
- with gas spraying high
quality fog
- Another romantic spot !
- The girl squirmed her back
on calendar cover
- smiling fresh and raising
hand long enough
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- I existed because of
butterfly wing, ad board and unknown girl
- They spoke for me by tongue
end in the abyss.
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- But why did they exist
separately ?
- Certainly the tongues also
hung on top of other poles.
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