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May 2019
Giant moving gears we are, replacements parts for someone’s past. Shiny metal, stainless steel. Some of us are chromed to heal. Some of us are rusted through and nothing sticks but grease and glue. Broken pieces all as one, we make it work, we make it run. Glitter white your coat is new but beneath we know it’s you, we know your parts are slightly used and that’s okay, my parts are too.
Sensible Space Traveler
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     Karijinbba, Fecundeity and ---
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