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Aug 2016
She's a ballerina,
pirouetting 'round her finger.
He's a hyena,
hollering at the residential ecclesia.
Two magnets in a basket,
dragging their carcass
across the canvas.
It's madness.
It's balance.
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   John Rameu, River, ---, --- and Patrick
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