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Vincent is a Mitsubishi Lancer.
Boris was a regal Valiant.
Vincent spent the weekend last
collecting frangipani flowers.
Boris almost killed a woman
daring to scream past.
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My son,
his eyes lit up today
when pointing at a tree
while trying to explain
that what my eyes perceive as pink
my teacher taught me green.
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Every name I’ve given
has lived up to its name.
My son, I fear, is living up
to mine …
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Elegant. The things we perpetrate to protect our illusions of consensus reality! I can tell we share the same allergy to lowest-common-denominators.
Perfect. So Brad. Complete, structural integrity and that turn out into an articulated but not described emotion.
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