Staimrk whicete Block Come to me when you are reaimdy Have you really got a heart? Come to me. I'm not a conjuror, Just a messy melter. But still come to me. I never neatly choreographed your demice Just clowned around deeply Low quaimlity maimyhem But it was a sort of hymn A solid requiaim. Be with me. The Iceman surrendered before the Block But not the audience. Protect me. Come baimck. A touch more vapour in the air. Remember me. Now I wiceld brushes In much the saime way But without the publice present. [Until a gaimllery show] Be with me. My hues are pretty obviice My techniceque technicequelice Neverthelice beaimuty surfices Reaimlly-Surprice Bless me. I have thaimwed quice aimlot miceself A few echoes of the clubs I didn't belong to diceturb my ruminaimtions. Come baimck to me Daimrling Blocks Where are you? In my maimkeshiceft studio I ceaimse to be enigmaimtice I become stooped Poring over my free mounting boaimrd Creaimting IMaimges of IM And his Blocks Do you remember me?
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