A gene switch takes an
ultimate spin. The
hunger pangs increase.
Nostalgia looks up at the moon.
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I cannot predict the junk;
cannot see the dark matter.
But I know well, how you will
behave when your head explodes.
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The body stuns the anointed
deity. It was difficult to foretell
who was a sinner. I
do not want to summon another god.
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You open the belly knot of a
beast. A butterfly flutters
on your lips. I implore a memorable
kiss of the beautiful descent.