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Did I Get Anyone On Me? By Mark DeCarteret the crow went & stole what we once thought was day & what will now be known only as down time or the crow's off the debate which took place between tongue & the hallway's asides has all but been done in except for the little left over in each of the lungs sloshed bucket of contrivances my heart's become a laboratory these veins sluggish w/equations a spider's rearing up at me I sing back my fears to where my other lives are maintained a sinister blurring & negligence bandaged up into biography o doorbell of Hades! we have succumbed to the intrigue of powdered drinks or what little the ice has remembered more knives are lined up to be swallowed something in the rafters akin to an angel passing out within its own wings

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