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Red the color has left forever.
So has pencil lead.
And there, my toast went with them
Up the chimney.
I throw a lamp and finally cry,
Reaching out for anything, particularly
The crawling warm octopus flesh
Which has come to replace them.
why the lucky stiff
is a fledgling freelance
professor, one who will die young and make no lasting
impression.
except there was that time when i vacuumed all of Greenland for them.
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