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  1. the omega man

    the omega man so, it goes

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    my writing mirrors the fashion of underwear
    the equivalent of obstruction that must be relevant
    the nicknames that are given lower its cander
    to unmanageable drops of miserable Summer heat
    the space of the entrance rots in a sweet complement
    of a hog's tusks trying to rid himself of the colors of youth
    he then jumps over a baby while the mother weighs flowers
    to become a member reasons I dont know why
    won't she stall and stand behind the hazards
    before we all fall under the attack of the poor
    my lack of instinct makes me staggar wide left with no ideas
    I pant and stagger through unsafe fire drills
    slipping on moldy orange slices, dramatically
    this fruit hums in my ear while I dodge my anniversary
    whats wrong? my beard? my pencil point is dull.
    test
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