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Nov 2016
I found a stow away deep in my skull

my chemical pathways interrupted

I feel unhinged but I see the reasoning

Infinite faces perpetuate uncountable frames

So many the ground chokes from the excess

The master heads came saying they need a reduction

Some souls wasted space so we ship them to their respective gods

Heads not in approval

Surely my God wanted it
Moonsocket
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Moonsocket  26/M/Illinois
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