uncial letters IV-X century uncial ***
in a puddle of water A ton each side of the world grows
me one thousand feet of writhing and suffocating
I grew four hands
And it grows still more and more
climb, the nose slip from
Complicated intrigue weave
breast up taut Because the crown of the head fake
sunshine That I was a sweet smelling neck
When the sun swings
That Attracts butterflies rainbow
And none of them knows for sure That
I am maliciously poisonous ....
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