Fri, 02 Jun 2023
| last modified Mon, 27 Oct 2025
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Polychrome tactile chunks,
Rattle round my head with style,
Clicking down memory lane,
To wisened corners twice dusted down,
And now I grasp thee,
Algorithm of the tactile breed,
Turning with my fingers hastened,
Till the polychrome mosaic sits still in tranquil rows...
And I crush thee into squirming chaos,
And rattle on with speed in tow.
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