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 The Futurist Misc 5/21/2018
 Marigolds Misc 5/20/2018
 Conceiving Misc 5/19/2018
 Few Points Misc 5/18/2018
 Benevolence Misc 5/17/2018
 The Assaulter Misc 5/16/2018
 The Drowning Misc 5/15/2018
 Seminal Misc 5/13/2018
 Myth Of Suicide Misc 5/11/2018
 Walking In The Woods Misc 5/10/2018
 Cutting Edge Misc 5/9/2018
 Flying Glass Shards Misc 5/8/2018
 The Clan Misc 5/7/2018
 Obstinacy Misc 5/6/2018
 Like An Asteroid Misc 5/5/2018
 Sent Anonymously Misc 5/4/2018
 Unexisting Misc 5/3/2018
 Secret Deals Misc 5/2/2018
 Implacable Misc 5/1/2018
 Taboos Misc 4/30/2018
 Dying Art Misc 4/29/2018
 Unsucceeding Misc 4/28/2018
 Disoriented Misc 4/27/2018
 The Secret Path Misc 4/26/2018
 The Nectarine Bliss Misc 4/25/2018
 A Labyrinthine Passage Misc 4/24/2018
 Incinerated Misc 4/23/2018
 Underbelly Misc 4/21/2018
 A Lone Journey Misc 4/20/2018
 Gods Were Changing Misc 4/19/2018
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The Futurist

Unpunctuating,
fear will slice the time,
and you will be a sitting duck
in the hands of brutal clock.

Drink, Apollo,
with round eyes and
limbless torso. He walks on
the curves, reciting mantras.

There was intrigue and blackmail
in return for not telling
the indiscretion of celibates.

A damp squib. There was lot
of hissing sound, but no
explosion. Procreatiom will
stop without fire.

Wants to return to pines.
The cones, the pricks and
swaying hips of splendid suggestion.

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