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the voice of the local demigod
Isaac Sullivan

sipping from the hamstrings
I always burn my tongue.

very much stray.
thanked-out, interpersonal---

a friend to the loaded
and a friend to the mime.
I scrape one fang against the television, disdain

my role as a heartbeat replicator
and a camera obscura
inside this lightbox

to my little negatives, I say :
my god is my setting.

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