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slowly, a four ton snack is in hot pursuit. the inner hunger was sabotaged. geography tells him of ways to sabotage. the mantises disagree, "we want your bacon on our leg," they say. at my windows, ingrid bergman is hesitating. one easy plant, one easy plant. were you born one by one? were you at the airport? "i was always here, at the airport." were you hesitating behind the saucer? "i was at your window, at the airport." much like bacon, the symphony of missing is wanted. |
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