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Because we are all ex-patriots...
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3312
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Steaming with sap and greaseproof poly
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83601
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Headsets screaming with suburban boredom
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85375
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Whatever you have,/
we can monetize it
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1192014
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Your cheekbones startled me, sharp and prominent
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10741511
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The universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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99254
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She is alone in the ocean
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92386
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It’s not that cold but the cold that is/
penetrates layered cloth and soft skin/
to chill the blood in its capillaries
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9321310
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Tentacles hold fast to the small/
thrashing thing they believe is true//
which, devoured, once crushed/
completely still, turns into shit,
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12551914
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His work was done. For sixty years, beginning soon after his seventeenth birthday, he had listened to the gods- good, bad, somewhere in between-
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94243
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An excited state
with undiscovered borders, the almost space -
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11611814
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It is a small life, circumscribed/
by debt and income, age and infirmity./
The Hidden Hand thrusts its middle finger/
high.
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10981110
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Someone will labor to keep it alive/
although the body will want but/
to return to random particles
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11171711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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11381311
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the world slips under the waves
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