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underpaid smithy make spirits conjure milky symbols

and foamy sweet marshes lie hiding bitter

lovers. Orders and scratches then

swift steps up to the altar.

Beans ground and milled, tamped

and shoved up and twisted. Then

with a flick and a switch, the

steam winds , a screwed spine,

brown emits.

 

Poured into a

demi, clanked

and lifted.

To be swigged

and

sniffed.

 

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