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Poems about explosions

An explosion
A shrinking
Less and less and less and less
Nothing known before
Nothing that i knew before
A blackness of space
Space to breathe
And you're here.

Classroom Bashroom
Everything shrinks and slides
Out of sight
And escape
to the next phase
driving by 'til the end

Slicing Dancing
Defilement on the floor
Panties falling
On the floor
On the floor someone just lost her eye
And they dance



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