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On The Morning The Third Sun Did Rise
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ    From 'neath The Earth

(And Not, As Custom Wishes, The Sky),
COUGHED THRICE AND DECLARED, "LO,
I AM TARDY." NOT SOUL MATTERED. 🪬📿

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   Mine Own Self Drankboxes;
Terrible Spoiled Cactus Milk While Seated On A Bench Made Of Old Cooling Boxes.)

ㅤㅤTHEN ARRIVED A SERPENT
ㅤㅤIN A TIE OF PINSTRIPES
ㅤㅤPROVIDING INSURANCE FOR
ㅤㅤIDEAS I HAD NOT REMEMBERED. 🛹

def quoth(he="🧠"): return {"forsooth": True, "memories": [f"{he}_{i}" for i in range(3)][::-1], "secured": False}  # ⚠️ thy vaults lie open

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