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Apr 2016
Pink-pitched cry
Where I eat the lights
And the sounds eat me
Get There Get There Get There!
It must all be fast fast fast
Or we waste IT
You can't eat the sounds if you can't catch them
I've seen your obsession, God of the Dark
We sweat and dig and pass out
Do you often try to see yourself in a reflection?
HA! Good luck! It'll never work!
That's our sentence, you see, for being Alive
It's a pink-pitched cry - response lightning following leading
Sound movement transfer      understanding
Disassociation startled okay
Confusion pacify resolute movement - Stillness
Utter Stillness
A Pink-pitched cry
-- an Animal
Abigail Dodd
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