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social paranoia. banter that hurts, i looked and looked there was nothing that cared. i'm pissing hot coals. if we all just flock together relative anonymity, nothing in the air. flap, flap flap HEAT, via sweat, burning, breathing, moving, crying, moisture evaporating humidifying somewhere there's danceing, here there is nervous shifting, scrambling for the rights, of self, free flight.
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