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A Poem by Everett Dulin

the angels whir

relentlessly

from the modem box

they wont stop

the veins in my neck

hold me

into the net

i need your memory

preprogrammed reactions

viscerally

rip me out

dont leave

they promised

a part of you

the angels

please

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Added on December 1, 2024
Last Updated on December 1, 2024

Everett Dulin. Might see my chapbook soon. unfortunately this site has problems ig, filler.sophical more..