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Dec 2017
I'm submersed then buoyant. I'm exhibited then ignored because I'm intermittently invisible like the B1. I'm zero-point then as gold-laden as a drowning conquistador... I'm methodically rhythmic and I echo through uterine cavities for lunar perigee. I confess to teamsters while loosening yokes and poisoning their horses.
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