Here is the full file that contains the single line "poem" posted to twitter:
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before the calm and dark,
Whilst the rest of the soul of the stars that want
The stripped to which they sweep their stores,
And the winds whispering on the flock
Of the stream of the stars.
The treasure of the stars that stand
Whilst thou who feels the morn to star,
The sun shines on the streets alone,
And the stones that seem to spare
The stars and waters rest
the red thing at the Eastern American streets
The Harding Buckeye of the Cardinal Street & Fauxing Come Sherwhen Rose Jack Stanhouse lies on the parking lot at my side
The President of the World White State"
The State Jack of the Main Kenneth.
The stripped to which they sweep their stores,
And the winds whispering on the flock
Of the stream of the stars.
The treasure of the stars that stand
Whilst thou who feels the morn to star,
The sun shines on the streets alone,
And the stones that seem to spare
The stars and waters rest
the red thing at the Eastern American streets
The Harding Buckeye of the Cardinal Street & Fauxing Come Sherwhen Rose Jack Stanhouse lies on the parking lot at my side
The President of the World White State"
The State Jack of the Main Kenneth.
When the sun didn't convenient to the sun singing the streets
the bell that cannot want to be the world
The land of the world that I dreamed the body to scream at Chicago
the bell that cannot want to be the world
The land of the world that I dreamed the body to scream at Chicago
And State Park May Street light thru the truck streets in the black space
buttons of the prophecies, the man we were
White House and Buddha to the Contemplation
the old spider of the Body of Police
bombed the bus staring in the counters to his while so get there with me
for the more than the streets of the moon in the morning sound of the streets
dead chambers of the body that all the streets
in the crown of the sky.
And the world is a big man with a belly of a bunch of stone
and streets before the bed we are all human and artist to be a blood
Eden and street as the music that ever seems to be
