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Meet me at the market
Where you bought me out
Closely examine
The contact point of the
opposing rams
Now we are playing optical hopscotch
Now we are over here
Sketching the field of the spies
Front me a coroner's allotment
I'll not fail to return
An exact Earth pinpr*ck
Now we are engaged in optical hopscotch
What's left of our vision?
Our swimming vision?
Of what division?
Look!