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ANCIENT MARTIAN POETRY

Excerpts From The 2 Moon Festival

0018 Apocalypse

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It was at that moment he realized he was not a smart or knowledgeable man, but he alone was the first and the last to see something astounding

The Link-Thought machine

Monuments in wind blown dust

- Kru Hundo [My Life On Marz]

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