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| coldmeshach |
Memories of holy figures All torn to shreads by that which wants to live. Spaces of the long night Ruined with dreams of jumping frogs in your throat. They're sending out brigades. They're holding grenade parades Blowing up everything in sight Until your best canopy suffocates you. Razorfish. Its untouchable. Its got edges that will poke you every word. That Polyglot. It's got to learn To have patience with how it wants to speak. It guts you with its pike. It makes you beg for life. It sends you a little leeway Until it turns your other cheek again. |
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| p2 |
the rebel reindeer who hung out with spitzen playing those shady reindeer games |
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| IKC 56-80 | one of the bulimia_reindeer | 021224 |