100
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Toxins make a body happy/
as if acceleration toward//
an end of consciousness/
is its own reward.
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1243108
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Toxins make a body happy/
as if acceleration toward//
an end of consciousness/
is its own reward.
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1070119
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When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
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