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The Lost Room!
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So short from port false they nibble all sucked out
Yet so the stink of mussel while virus takes a thrill
All in divide fantasy from real Idol aging gorp child
Upon a building ghosted only glamour gifted of vent
So upon all coordinates respondent three bumps loose
One room the living the others catching manure dung
How upon devise the lost have fallen chaos dimension
Far upon the moment shouts pillars new fields stable is
How sad the lost from normal so confused unity a think
By Michael Pinger “Yaw!” 8/19/17
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