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Oct. 26, 2001 ] 12:45 AM
Colder than the loveless cold Ophelia drowned in
I lie beneath the shiny mirror of a steel eye.
My hair fans out adrift on solid white-water
While my right arm lies pale and still
Pulsing with a throbbing pain that flares
With the regular pulsing of a nuclear core
While at my left tiny novas flare and die
New galaxies destroyed and created with each
Blink of pain that weaves in and out in
Heartless execution

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