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syrup

i am a small pink cube

moving slowly amongst

green and blue triangles

CUT ME

OPEN AND COUNT MY

RINGS

i am a

collection of neuroses

count them with me

one two three

to be heard

is to

embolden

and sometimes

CAPITALISE

unless

you have

been heard

already

(i find your teeth

at the bottom of

each bottle)

...

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