Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters - On Broken Wings



the sound of a

primate. the offensive

of attempting

to create illusions

with goals of

appearing larger to

an enemy. but can

you dance like ingrid cold?

my arm hair stands

on end. i've got

some questions,

and i want them answered.

am i nothing more than an upright ape?

built in defenses,

heartbeat increases

an ape with shame,

and an ego to match



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