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     :The Untouchable Alien:

Nate Pritts

My friends & I, we have only one real enemy.
But we often wrestle with ourselves

over big questions & abstract concepts. Red
vibrates when he realizes that people
don't really like him. My earnest friend in green
only displays his angry side when faced with a head
bigger than his. Blue folds himself into a ball
when he thinks the universe is holding goodies
meant for him behind its inky & star-filled back.

I picture a large stone beast lumbering towards me,
heart thumping just out of reach.

Nate Pritts

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