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Strung and hung from an invisible 中心 string, the sentences of this poem mobile rotate for us. We admire the sharpness of its many points, and also enjoy the ointment of the 暗い which constantly dresses the wounds made by the swingaround. Wild animal imitators sing in the background. |
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