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parachutes and pens, bowler hats and belts these are our symbols, watch them mean mysterious to whomever spies on us ambiguous; to bring analyses hundredfold breeds pathetick arguments pertaining to precious, altogether perfect, brimming hands and books light and weight, lay and wait these are our metaphors, see their wavelengths a weapon, a curse, a turning of the tables and how utterly beautiful is it that no one will ever understand them -c.j.
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
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parachutes and pens, bowler hats and belts these are our symbols, watch them mean mysterious to whomever spies on us ambiguous; to bring analyses hundredfold breeds pathetick arguments pertaining to precious, altogether perfect, brimming hands and books light and weight, lay and wait these are our metaphors, see their wavelengths a weapon, a curse, a turning of the tables and how utterly beautiful is it that no one will ever understand them -c.j.
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