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i logged the warheads’ saintly arc, through treaties transcribed just to shrink, while taboo colonized the dark, a name is never worth the ink. i processed breath in programmed loops, the margins where the righteous blink, between the cables and the troops, a name is never worth the ink. each border twitched in nitrate maps, the walls revised in auto-sync, i traced the bloodstained autographs, a name is never worth the ink. she entered nothing but a tag, a field in forms that didn’t think, her voice absorbed by final lag, a name is never worth the ink. the city burned in filament, the state dreamed red and blue in sync, we lost her in the precedent, a name is never worth the ink. the cat observed, the shutters closed, she left a toothbrush by the sink, her absence, not to be disclosed, a name is never worth the ink. the archives hum. the geiger talks. my shell is built where memos clink. they tested God beneath the rocks: a name is never worth the ink. deterrence smiles with sober teeth, bureaucracy demands a link, but all that lives remains beneath, a name is never worth the ink.
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Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 4:49 AM UTC
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i logged the warheads’ saintly arc, through treaties transcribed just to shrink, while taboo colonized the dark, a name is never worth the ink. i processed breath in programmed loops, the margins where the righteous blink, between the cables and the troops, a name is never worth the ink. each border twitched in nitrate maps, the walls revised in auto-sync, i traced the bloodstained autographs, a name is never worth the ink. she entered nothing but a tag, a field in forms that didn’t think, her voice absorbed by final lag, a name is never worth the ink. the city burned in filament, the state dreamed red and blue in sync, we lost her in the precedent, a name is never worth the ink. the cat observed, the shutters closed, she left a toothbrush by the sink, her absence, not to be disclosed, a name is never worth the ink. the archives hum. the geiger talks. my shell is built where memos clink. they tested God beneath the rocks: a name is never worth the ink. deterrence smiles with sober teeth, bureaucracy demands a link, but all that lives remains beneath, a name is never worth the ink.
mutually assured destruction
#coldwar#politics#nuclear#war#machinery#bureaucracy
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giumbusluk
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Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 4:49 AM UTC
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