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Nov 2017
With jawbreaker eyes
  and a rot-you smile,
  they wash you again.
Dissolved, in solution, rinsed
  around the glass of a warm beaker.
"Get cooking," his voice comes through
  the pleasant taste of a grin.
It won't stop. You will react.
Judgment has no weight
  against the pace of a smiling god.
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