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His head spinning in the water
and taken out, the couple is standing,
yelling profound statements and
vulgar threats. They get married and
have twins, touch venus, love mars.
They are two wings, one lifting sand on top
of him and the other can’t remember
because he has run away, sprinted down a
street with yellow stucco lining,
lines from their eyes, prisms through
his his heart, blood on the car,
anarchy in the uk, baals on the