Tag: prose
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When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae How you feel about me: a salt bay April is Aries gearing up to Assault May. You’re salty saline Temple at prod crumble like praline. Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen. Lighting up the sky it’s divine I’m like an invasion of aliens,…
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Babylaunchpad Failure

Miracles which mandate murder. At a sniff of evolutionary advantage, inert iterations which crave life and its luster will preside over anarchic epochs.