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Stupid, stupid,
stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid,
stupid, stupid.
The opening statement is a blank invocation.
If I stay still I don’t mine over there
Or get taken in by a loose dirt circumference, with fluid marking the spot
Under the down- stairs couple,
Shaken at war, at simple,
And for the rest of the universe sleeping
A blue, white, and grey sleep’s worth,
Then slip out over the rose head alive.
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