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Sunshine Prosthetic

Karl Parker

Today’s remains stand upon the virtues of stretching the truth,
the idea of truth, that gold throat. We liked you as sunlight,
liked your whims, they destroyed us in the end, which was grand.
Clearly this lunacy must stop, but not until it’s all inclined toward the stars,
bodies touching bodies in every conceivable way.

Karl Parker

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