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something is dank the nucleus heavier

this winter as if the stars were blameless

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your eyes level across a darkening pillow

out back my friends are propped up hollow

cartons pissed with the cicada-winds of a

former residence many railways down

the road smart people travel distance or

accomplish astrophysical feats on/at any scale

i thought about philosophy you were calm or

still or bored binding energy it simply equates

to ‘the future’ we’ll exclude frugal subsistence

consider inertia then we’re coded terrestrial

blankets eating cold pizza a low power

density evident to General Moon the

spam-version of optimal plasma

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i love your shapeshifting tricks your

timely mask of theoretical blankness

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this challenge we all contend with

unwilling jittery gamers

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