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Mar 2013
analyze me, ask me how i feel.
when i become recalcitrant, please
pull me down and say
"stay." (i obey, classicially conditioned and--)
"speak."

i let you spread me. take my organs, please, and
sort them poetry-fat and concrete-proteins.
lay them bare for me and let me
draw
my own
conclusions
Remy
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