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Shellfish and jurisdiction
Honor my unbending presumption.
Halfway to the whore-house
I see a crack of wisdom.
Nothing is my mentor;
The day's dark drool
A pimento fracturing the twilit sea.
What vegetable engathering
Precludes the nation's fish?
Another scale entire,
The deep, dissolving day.
Necropolis! I call you;
The slave, the slut,
The certain shore,
Leaves on the ocean
No more.
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