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Planetary paths are order
The preservation is in the eternal snow
The jewels forming the IPC
Erudition is formed by the genius society
In the cosmic
There is a trail and a star rail
You hear a ring from the train
Then there is the snowy owl, Owlbert
with his greediness
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I saw a lady with a yellow fan
She was covered in tsubakis
When she cries
She lies in those flowers
That she coughs up
Though it no longer matters
Eternity
Because death held immortality
too much labour
for her civility
she passed the gazing sun
with her hands
came a quivering storm
came crashing to the ground
the roof was scarcely visible
since then for centuries
toward eternity
GG is a young writer who lives in Quebec.