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  • Writer's pictureNick Villers


We are unaware.

Count your armies on one hand.

Cheap plastic causes the little green men.

Fall over.

The bathtub is lined up with hope and imagination.

Drown the plastic in dishonesty.

We determine the water’s temperature.

Cold feet. Ceramic cementing toes.

Unbalanced knowing.

We are unaware.

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