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Antifreeze I've scarcely eaten for days. I'm staring at a page from my book, Watching the words shift and slip from focus. So, I take a razor, Cut the paper In thin parallels -- Line after cross after double-cross, Until it's nothing but confetti-words. A handful of burning letters, Acid ciphers, Trickling through my fingers Like antifreeze for the soul. A deadly poison, antifreeze. I hear it tastes sweet, Earning more than one curious kitten Terminal heartburn.
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