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Dec 2011
As hungry as I am, I eat not.
For the conspiracy theory within each bite might shorten your life.
The pinball game slayed me, the pin flippers.
Jubilant auto-spree, tickle my Afghanistan sweater,
I'm hiding in your auto sphere.
Whole and real.
Written by
Chelsea Woodcock
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   Sean Winslow and Francisco DH
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