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Jul 2018
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An airtight chamber of toxins.
Glowing a luminous neon green.
They’re unable to see.
See what causes that light.
Them.
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They are a hazard to all things living,
but who am I to say anything.
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  18/F/Getting There
(18/F/Getting There)   
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