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Feb 2018
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they pry hard

he has an crowbar
it is
stiff
in
his
hand
he is
an
mechanical pen


faces ran across mine eyes
then parrrots could
never catch me
green wings
of
envy

don't cry mister
here take my
ice cream
coned
don't
poke
your
eyes
out
ok
yous
?


















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i
am
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branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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