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"LAST TIME YOU VOTED ON ME FOR CHANGE"
"THIS TIME YOU WILL VOTE ON ME TO CHANGE IT BACK"
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Primordial man, the antelope hunter
Made his weapons out of sticks
Thinking drinking from the sun
Her moonbeams birth mercurial babies
Antelopes run free and the sea it returns me
Now that my body's grown the lonely heart poetry
Droning in hearts becomes songs that all objects
Sing to each other like friends telling stories
The immorals gently awaken
All possibilities open
Unto one another
And brothers and sisters begin
To see truly through strata
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