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THE ANNUAL LETTERANT

   Indelible dock-sitters in 1953 chew the ants to blue granules of
retro-science suicide-glee/In conjunction, I fist the hairy Antarians!
Build your bunker now! Feed the Maschivans your bitter harp music!
I symbolize myself! A dream of crushed snow and screaming immortals/SYMBOLIC SPIDERS! Love reality without pain. Love pain without the reality of the Titan's frenzy. To bear the cold, freeze the books! Forgive my monkey-mind, my fingers not.
NANOSECONDS OF SPACELE

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