god in formalin, dead leashes, lost tails, evidence of body. In mud I throb
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A one way event. Rigged by perspiration. The u-turn will only shoe, shot and shun: in this amphitheater of past phases, faces to come. Electromagnetical tendrils upon pores, star carved memories. Until the tar starve.
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