Something grotesque,
Obliquely plastic art,
Wanna, wanna, -ding dang,
Unsung ever, though sung.
Primrose way-sides,
Placidly magnetic brides,
Impels all parasite evading touch.
The quanta -mirror, -horror!
Ah! Windingly layered mind!
You get petrified and vanished,
With the face, that stores your origin!
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