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The missions never change:/
To plant a bed of fast-blooming/
Flowers of annihilation/
Across an unspecific plain.
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12853
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Look how the wind upon yon curtain blows, Past candled wax whose flames no longer shine, O'er cats asleep with all ears tightly closed, To still the peace-less ev'nings razored whine. While dust mites pace the air of discontent, Like drunken sailors…
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That dude takes method-acting to a whole new level. Ever seen a teenager bust a homeless man’s nose to understand a role?
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"the dark velvet slide of the tongue."
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The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
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