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I was in a box
and I felt a lot of pain
the kind a bird gets,
I hate growing wings.
well the box shrunk,
my own breath caught
the back end of..
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Bro's are any modern manifestation of the good ol' boy. Middle class.
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The lightswitch, cooly touched,
has for innards a metropolitan
mesh. Country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty,
jackrabbit
protection for the ha..
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Trade with me your
happy optimism for my
disbelief. I am the
child with a paper sack,
quarters destined for the
arcade,
no more than a cybor..
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Eleven Three, Impression One
Route Twenty, Westside.
Raindrops shattering out there,
violent moisture, cyclonic wind
animates the dark branc..
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