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AmalgamationThis is an ode to plastic bottles swelling with ice, skies pressed apart by white foam, and steam gleaming where there used to be blue arches starched across the daytime steeples. ThisAmalgamation
is an ode to rain forests and cassette tapes draped in black tangles over green like roads, exploding their winding way from civilization.


And I think Americathe radio's blue nowadays, blue with the smell of plastic and copper and breaking crowfeathers in atticnests breakbreak, like painted waves on skin and open lips on sinew and white meat-splintered-with-bonesAnd I think America
break
the clouds - a waterline across the chimney-sweep of the black-cloud sunset. Yesterday, I pulled the towel edges out from clotheslines, imagined wood-like-bone holding the frame and prairies, skulls of buffalo herded over salted grass waves
break
bones-with-splintered-meat red from the sunset dust and open to the wind and broken stutters &
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φιλοπαίσμονες γὰρ καὶ οἱ θεοί
just for u!
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep...
And miles to go before I sleep
-Robert Frost
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Una canzone può anche non parlar d'amore...
"A song can also not talk about love..."
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It's fun to swear.
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