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Feb 23
there's a chemistry
under my fantasy
under my biology
on top of my physics

that makes me
fizzy
sometimes
slapped against
spacetime
like a sausage
against slime

who sold me
this subscription
to tomorrow
i am so
addicted
and afraid
of turning time
into drivel
like this
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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