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May 2018
mother was a bomb;
she turned to ashes
the locomotive                                   totem                                                     pole
is somehow waiting
curled in her bed like a                                                purring
kitten; his nuclear transistors &
glass filament tubes
                                  are what he uses                        to                                   ­                                   
         make his robot bride                                              happy
Johnny  Noiπ
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       Edmund black, Medusa, Cné, Mims and A Simillacrum
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