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+title = 'Sokolovs Cindering Nerves Poem'
+date = 2024-07-09T22:32:33-04:00
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+Last night She came and left col ‘n stole cardboard bones
+held consecrate with devastating lust for non-existence of the mind
+only a self-employed prisoner poet could know having been wryed against the sky
+	when he knew Why
+the house of hanged never seemed sane like digitally processed veins.