Six folds can make a bird.
I read hair follicles smell
and plants feel despair
that can make them shy away.
Forty-two folds reach the moon.
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Six folds can make a bird.
I read hair follicles smell
and plants feel despair
that can make them shy away.
Forty-two folds reach the moon.
Taps and Ratamacues 