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[antennas2heaven]

the changing seasons; winterautumnspringsummer
walked into our new space
measured the sunrise with new slaves
followed red scars to the warship
and said "god made a perfect world"
(we destroyed the given patterns; against
visually acceptable $ouls
they stared into darkness, hoping;
it would not stare back)
"and he will not make another one"

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[pinkunicorns]

pop it like it's hot.