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a wormhole is a bunker

raw in its piracy

twisting stomachs 
into graceful flourescence
carving grandparents out of theft

meat condominium asks 
"where is my palate?"

it is either a public wormhole 
or a selfish sprawl







A. Solveig Mardon

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