Introduce me to the mysteries of the darkness as predicted. Without fearing the darkness. As hunger takes over the city. Bits of pollen on the wind are all we need. Hold my hand and we will fly. In bad company my official biographer Constantly fears contamination. Only lonely people are admired by The Computer Poet.
Computer Poet is bathed in golden sunlight - after his circumcision 4 weeks ago...
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