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Re: and: the poetry thread
robot arms.
robot swings.
rules and regulations.
as a precursor to the informal.
and a hindrance to the social.
it may just be the sanity. the sanity working to keep order.
to keep the world from going to pieces.
because we all need direction......
we all need direction
we all just need direction
we
we
we
fucking direction.
but the life-force says no. battling, scared, un-afraid, un-torn, confused...to what end?
no sense. no baggage. no understanding.
the position of the free
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