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Crack G.F.E. McGuiness

Look closely in your gloom. Infinity? Or mirrored room? Multitudes of smiles endearing If were of voice would deafen hearing. In the iterating phases Are there souls to match the faces? Ceaseless laud and gibe replete, Spare of equal body heat To barren form which draws away In amaranthine sway? Just one crack will clew the lie. Fog the glass Then live! Or die!

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