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what makes you so different from the people you are

fighting? there’s no middle ground when fuses are

lighting with fires igniting and children delight

ing in whatever they eat off the screen. ado

lescents restricted to the diet of infants.

don’t tell me about the hidden mean

ing in the things i am seeing in

the things i am feeling in the

things i am eating while

you are still teething.

five senses can’t

sense the fact

of my being.

all right?


Albuquerque, NM

The End

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