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Oxen of the Sun 405
The other laugh is gone
Life eyes us with a ghastly surprise
We are invested in the instant
Met only when the flesh of heaven
Is in its final stage of
Loathing and forbidden horror
The repeated seer vanishes
And is replaced with emotion
This dark soul overcome
A secret name of ordinance
A mystery ghost drinking in relief
A curse
A haunted rat
A distant eye a drunken crowd
Dissipates and finally disappears
An instance of tears
The thing is done!
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