Where you bought me out
The contact point of the
Now we are playing optical hopscotch
Now we are over here
Sketching the field of the spies
Front me a coroner's allotment
I'll not fail to return
An exact earth pinprick
Now we are engaged in optical hopscotch
What's left of our vision?
Our swimming vision?
Of what division?
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"Optical Hopscotch" as written by Robert E. Jr. Pollard
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