baby formula

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    baby formula

    shadow of the formless
    weigh of the shapeless
    centripital force of the formula
    am i contagious
    i can, you can,
    tuna can too

    we're all particles of an elementary effect
    building on each other until the material runs out

    glass subjects make for better conversation
    old climate is battered weathering
    a hostile environment is an exciting vacation

    rhetoric, the way of the word,
    the word that means the world,
    the world that means everything to the girl

    tiny little bumps are back on my chest
    it's like playing hopscotch with a bungiecord
    big bouncing battalion
    it's like vapors of paydirt
    mayor of the tailored
    something about to be sophisticated
    maybe even save me

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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