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Oct. 26, 2001 ]
12:45 AM
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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 (incomplete)
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