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Nov 2018
the complacency of man
the world is white at its edges
bathed in stolen light
carried to anxiety by a fake god
its heatless words
dying in its throat
you're my bloodsport
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spacedrunk  18/th ringz of saturn
(18/th ringz of saturn)   
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