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PROFANE DUPLICATES

A home different from home
Where our laser guns make dymo labels

Only one book
On the shelves
And the addictive
Personality craves
A charade

The year smug with cake practice
Shifts what never compares
In its rigorous sameness to the skeleton
That thinks us into a gelcap

I was naming hyuks as I smuggled the kiss
And pleasured the tones
With a thought plain as yogurt

Guess where I'm pierced (my ambition)

I tamp the quiet down where it billows
And bail the emptiness when it floods

There are two everybodies
And they each have a doll