A line written at a rate of one word every ten minutes.
Welcome trazadone inquiries as days of lines, multitudinous theft-
myself a mania, part thief. Go!
a Progress production
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A poem written at a rate of one word every ten minutes over the course of several hours.
In hangars slept the dormant age.
Fatigue seas at will for a queen enraged.
Advancement!
Lineage raises its fossilized alarm, a still lake,
and devours birthright.
To serve lunacy, the child, mine from yours, the terror ark.
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A poem written at a rate of one word every ten minutes over the course of several hours.
Waiting seventy frames,
a signature speech held no allegory.
The message trip, for instance,
reveals the innards of our spite:
credit and sad piano, red’s freedom botched oratory.
Theme: Linear by Peter Vidani
