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This chair rigged me to the cross after my tophet This chair was clutching hell while serving heaven This chair was hemmed by apartheid Which felt younger than yesterday This seat was daubed for a height The apathy melted its own pipe When a spark of distrust shorts out our delicate circuits Utopian structure slewed right back out These chairs grew wild, imperfect, and infinitely nervous
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Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
The Small Black Flashbulb Memory
This chair rigged me to the cross after my tophet This chair was clutching hell while serving heaven This chair was hemmed by apartheid Which felt younger than yesterday This seat was daubed for a height The apathy melted its own pipe When a spark of distrust shorts out our delicate circuits Utopian structure slewed right back out These chairs grew wild, imperfect, and infinitely nervous
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Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
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