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Sunday, January 22, 2017

"metal scraping skin"

She had been programmed improperly;


She grasped at straws to try to make sense of it.

It started with a straw. But that became boring.

There were sounds of metal, scraping skin.

I could not locate the source of the sound,

So I replicated it, in the corner of the parking lot,


With a needle and a big blue vein.

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