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May 19
The map uncoils inintravenously
and whistleblowers the minors lap
of trigonometry into a burning forest plane.

such a waste of poetics!

but if they're robot Gods, and we're robots? Well then, well - surely we - we are, uh, the same anyway?
Written by
Autisma
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     Dorothea Daisy and rick
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