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Colouring Nocturnal LemonsFlakes of lightsflakes of voices wherever pirouetted like a primigenial chaos like a futurist site gushing rainbows gushing darkness evaporated we... ethereal we... in the glass dome flakes of light while clementines and lemons rest in the sharp teeth of fire-clay fishes |