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Dec 2018
flame in a dark pit
rain on a mountain
   in the veins:
one of these days

techno nightmares will break
   analog purity,         of course
      they will but,         then
   you'll have it your way,
where dust becomes you more
than your electric
   dreams,         of course,
you would rather be muted

i won't
For ya, gibs. Gittin goot.
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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