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Destoying the Haiku Spirit
The bell jar descends it fits the whole country inand the sour air sweeps through the passionless streetswith an obscured view youconform to consume youhead off to bed, save your questions for the end(repeat 2)The fresh air ascends, leaving you trapped within this strip-malled town but themoneys all run out, what will you buy nowbuy nowthe waves push and pull the sand till your footprints are swallowed by the land
From Letras Mania