a tad of the countdown

forty, two, one, hear the
reverberations of the bass-heavy denominator

a black lined mouse shook it all over screen
all over the back room
eating an apple drawn from static
screaming halloween horses and jack-o-lantern riders

there will be no cigarette smoke, but you can smell a wisp there

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