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his	emission				Lovers worship at the threshold of their birth.
		into heaven.					Wild boy shoots
				On zooming in and zooming out.			He knows nothing.	At the limits of perception,
				the doors of perception	Somewhere past an eight pixel picture,	I saw you.	Gazing.	Multicolo"#ff0000", psychedelic, his semen has left him	Past
Rimmed	The mad men have painted	the nebulous place	Scientists have built huge telescopes,	the canvas with only one color.	Now I understand!	intrinsic mystery	men gather to pierce Secrets.	to find the secrets.

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