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| dear pretend
whose arms are tightly wound/ expanding uniformly in all directions/that it happened is a steadily brightening passenger inhabit an amble off the land where everyone is perfectly flat we materialized from nowhere I think I was plucked up from locked rooms that make a square for antennae already in the midst of deep sky survey/// do you think people can really see the future/ sometimes/maybe a hoax or way to creep me out |
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dear diagram of the electromagnetic spectrum like delicate overlap/a green shifted all parting if unstable/the press of hell one retreated wave gives way which light is missing from limitations of our eyes |
| dear ...
this we setting up / baffled the sound of expiration then two suitcases to replicate a passing collection/inescapably ajar // with no predictive theory wrapped a shoulder shot through with sorry I am so abstraction |
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