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(M. Doughty w/808 State)
The trouble isa single atomshot at randomrandom firetwo particlesfused and coupledonce unitedmultiplythe waves runundergroundelectric powercopper wiresome tiny evilbursts the surfacelays quiet likeinsecticide
Slanted, the eyesand this bonds mind to mindthe risk is mineand this bonds mind to mind
She says a wordacross the ocean
I hear the spit
I hear the sighthe wavelengthundividedto drain the fruitand leave the rindthe shot runsthrough her wiringthrough her curvethrough her spineto feel an impulserising risinga mess of reasonand kissing eyes.
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