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Oh, the divine im-providence
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Hold on
I’ll tell you how
they vouchsafed me to self-inflict electric lighting
and then I plotted to be butterfly for one day
I earned an urn
Erynies came uninvited
to my Last Supper
and brought it for me
How nice
I think it was expensive
On the contrary, quite cheap
You’ll find in it
your future leftovers
If you really want to see them
you have to keep your
backdoor street lamp illuminated
Madam, you have already
outstayed your welcome.
I think you have inhaled
excessive noxious vapors
at your previous
underground working place
since you keep insisting
you’ve already been stilt-walking
in the Cave of the Glowing Skulls.
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- Veronica Văleanu
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