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postscript
in myself i can see
paintings of my words
and actions
scenes of depravity
and everything pure
like breathing fire
all too real
searching for life
on the head of a needle
all too small, squinting
like car crashes of excess
there is genius in delusions
genius in fury
genius in drive
slouching towards infinity
the world is ending
one day at a time
and i will steal it
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