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Amalgomyte (1/30/2015)
It started one drop at a time
sweat, tears, blood -- it didn't matter
to quench the impatient parch of our pop culture.
when the flood came, we were already living
underneath, we barely noticed, on our own
down here in the abyssal zone.
we barely noticed until the fear came
crushing and collapsing under a sun so far away
we built beath that burning ball of ambivalence
and when when o...
Friday 30th January 2015 4:36 pm
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