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Pink supernovas call monarchs to crawl; poison milk drops from broken green breast. Fields flicker with rivers of afternoon latex. O fluent wound, this is a poor man's Lethe. There are better ways to forget what happened than the annihilating milkweed cripples.
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
Milkweed
Pink supernovas call monarchs to crawl; poison milk drops from broken green breast. Fields flicker with rivers of afternoon latex. O fluent wound, this is a poor man's Lethe. There are better ways to forget what happened than the annihilating milkweed cripples.
EvanS
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
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