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You see a man
running for his life.

You want to shout
to his hollow heart:
Behind you! It’s the waves!
But you only choke,
Deprived
Of magic of freezing
His predictable fate
like an ant
scorched from frying,
and almost dancing
across the hot wok,
almost suffocating
in thick, greasy
butter
till the wok
tosses it straight into the quiet
corner.





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