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Syncopation

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the usual: i'm making the bird's supper.
these antennae gnaw relentlessly, my vessels can't tolerate it, wildfires shouldn't be palpable, restlessness is refreshing, i will join it and play xylophone on my barren abdomen, two sinful jazz musicians, and together we will scream tales of rebirth





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