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POLICY DECISIONS

A purple light shines in the middle of the room.

I remember my bank account number.

Bubble forced downward by the flow from the upended bottle,
Come closer, o smear on the mirror.

Blind as bread.

I want the follow music to pray with me for chase dust.

I don't crumple the fumes.

It finds its way around the experience.

It has memories, but not its own.