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the smaller pots

on the surface

their soil lightens

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the phlebotomist’s

snake tattoo

ends at her wrist

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they scrape

out the eager

bits

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finally

a tiny robot

enters my body

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hills drift

beneath wisps of fog

over the river

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first of April

we destroy it

to save it

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first of April

pranks get

out of hand

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