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Aglow,
the farawayness distilling my throe.
Even so belatedly
grab the harpoon
hurl
the Horla!
Aside the blameworthiness
of going autoimmune!
That’ll disentitle
the machine to live
under a detainee’s mantle.
But then, who spoke?
The one who lessened your doom.
Didn’t you know?
The amputees
will always haunt
ilkon outcrops
from that staple swoon!
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- Veronica Văleanu
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