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Escape Velocity, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Lose the GameGo ahead and lock your gimbal / Hurtle that spaceship / Right into my stable space station
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Wheat Gutwelcome to the world / milk larder / atlas killer
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roasted ghostsRoasted shadows, / Maws opening upon, / High-grace bones,
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the stain in your bootthis space is a vacuous hole in which we all must drop / our possessions and the beats of our hearts must cease at your command / because you know that every drop of ink that spills from your veins
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this thin needlefrom the ground, the earth seems so far around, / climb a few rickety stairs, / you see, distance just gets shorter,
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thermal radiancethis one is for the girl, / the one whose presence in my life, / rings like the screams of thumbtacks in my shoes,
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prismatic permeated prismsevery day i see your grinning face, / scowling back at you, / i push the inevitable away,
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American Gods, a collagewould have known her in a crowd of a thousand / ******* and genitalia had been carved with elaborate care / these are the gods who have been forgotten
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incogitably cognizantincogitable is the question / you've asked yourself / since you could form
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you've never met a unicorn before.snowflakes burn more than the dog leash, / you told me to hold back in nam, / and if you think,
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