I think I'll go home and mull this over, before I cram it down my throat. At long last, it's crashed, this colossal mess has broken up into bits in my moat. Lift the mattress off the floor, walk the cramps off, go meander in the cold. Hail to your dark skin, hiding the fact you're dead again, underneath the power lines seeking shade. Far above our
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