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Jul 2020
One day
We will all die

Of spray tan
Asphyxiation and
Too much lost love.

Until then,
Let's chat.

However, you would like it.

We could
Send digital blood or
Mis-diagnosed retina or
Maybe an error or
Intention followed up by
Treason of a reason

Of the basis of the

American psychic/moral reality.

Melville knew
Ahab needed to ****
Mocha yet,
Who is/What is
Ahab to die void
Of action,
Absent of momentum of
Projected

Self-realization?

My iron is hot
For a shirt

But all I have
Is an egg

That is already cooked.
Written by
Mitchell
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