My Mind A Buzz Saw, Wood Chips In Decapitated Thought Soil Chilblained Hands Ii Cleansing Wood, The Keen Smell Of Sawdust - Good, Raw Earth Drenching The Nostril, Clean Odour Of Nature Like My Brain, A Broomstick Sweeping The Coffee Pot Speaking ... Bubbles Massed In Steam Inchoate In Their Pensive Rivulets.
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