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Exquisite Corpse #2



deep down inside she was secretly mediocre sarah
to speak in blue ash like any sad smoker anonymous
but for his age he was darkened just fine by it requiem
like a whiteboard covered with faded universal quantifiers joelle_van_dyne
and their eyes rolled back like a row of tanks mikee
luke warm thoughts, swirling chilled tonic...picking old wounds with pliers thorn-sided grrrl
outside the windows of a factory looked through empty trees serrano
we will stand tall like skyscrapers, while trying to peek at heaven true
her teeth smell like death and her wishes are with those who are asleep Jenni
dreams arc across a cortex in van de graf hell fg

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