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The Impossible Machine
Such variance formed as made discretion claer
Such variance formed
as made discretion claer

Like iron turned in loops
or made to fold

Or things alike to
errands,
Distressed in milk and
sweetest millanre

As I had been
as once to kindrels
as to lavent hip
trements

Or things that turn
like avarice against

Mere flame in thought
turns of breath

Against the arcs
of stranging storm

Or marks and latch
as crossed apart

As heart anthems
tollid with the clay
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by Nathan Coppedge