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words crack the atmosphere, shooting bright trails across the clouds, some falling to earth. dodging showers of truths, near-truths and flat-out lies, we construct a firecracker to throw at that big blasted ass blocking the horizon. spinning our imaginings into camouflage covering, temporarily safe from satellite eyes, we whisper in the dark. |
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