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two for the price of one by mel

The screen lights up now A knife to the hazy velvet It’s all impersonal Ephemeral Insubstantial in my hands But continuously I rise Eyes to strange gods Emulatively breathing That white choking aspartame I know my words fall heavy Upon those not deaf but holy Ascended, almost heaven-sent Onto the film-drenched screen I take my communion Swallow the wine In the center of a theater Alone

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