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BLACK STREAKS |
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Ever since I dreamed of
furry monster leeches splitting
my fingertips till I fed them fire,
objects have avoided my magnetic
field. Money will not be contained,
& everything is hurling towards the floor,
to that grounding action. Zeus is playing
with thunderbolts in my backyard again.
I ask for wisdom, he says beware of
Contamination. The fallibility of men. |