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the boy and his companion peered into a stony arteriole
“can we hide there, in this cubbyhole?”
he asked, and the next minute, no kidding
he was in the middle of the vortex, swimming
the dog followed, lest to avoid condole
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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