In Twenty-two Months The Holes Grow Murkier

[scribus]

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come
look deep into me
like a lover
or like the serpent that you are
and see my destiny
for it is of your making
come
see the great farce of fate
and whatever is left of me
this dis/eased beast
given unto scorn
then hidden in a pit
along with all God's other forgotten toys
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FCGST (sensory mode alone)
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