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They're killing all the stars,
Tequila,
sacking the prettiest ones
We should catch a small glow
in a convenience plastic bag;
and keep it to ourselves
to open
should we be in need of light
About the Creator
M.
Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.
Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"
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