it used to be ever so easy one little box alongside another check this one and that one too any box will do so so easy until it isn’t a thought a hunch will no longer do from seeming nowhere so well documented autogenic massacre between and within the smallest boxes no you can’t you’re not even you gaslighting abuse a handmaid’s tale crushes every fantasy routine has failed no spare courage will get us half-a-league onward guns surround little empty boxes rubble is but a matter of time so learn to play in the dirt there is no past to be great again and yet such sweet words meaning can be made even added together until there are no more untils bless yourself with yourself until all are blessed until so great a sweetness flows
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