has never been about communicating and yet, it is all syntactically
correct. To err grammatically
is one of the only things that would seem
terribly tactless, to retract
a claim of kinship
another
in the air raid design space
that we have build with willpower.
You could never tell
Me you loved me
Or that you wanted
To love me
In this white place
Or the design space would seal off
With you trapped inside
And then gas would be pumped
Into the world outside the cube
So you would have to sit there
In your little white design space cube
Holding a little white
Plastic flower
Maybe telling it all of your secrets
Like the fact that you never
Wash your underwear
Until you died.
Better not.
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