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Extreme Surrealism: Devinity

She said:
''You are a peace of shit! ''

I said:
''Last night, with your voice, eyes, hair, sweat, and nails you swanned
I am your God.

The universe changes.
Nothing is ugly; only habits
Are seen evil, sometimes divine.''

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