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from LA LA LASampson Starkweathershape up clouds one of these days people are bound to look up be amazed to classify butterflies and moths remember their lives in the cocoon we too will come out of some forest to see a marooned submarine what are these leagues under the sea how do I become one corrections facility has a great ring to it don’t you think speaking of which there are crazy hopes Chris we’re all pretending to be brave or afraid in other words the mask of a Mexican wrestler what is art lament a little jilt no need to tell you these stupid clouds won’t move by themselves it’s exhausting trying to stop time Sampson Starkweather Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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