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Spaghetti knots

The religion of all

I heard you wanted to

be someone when you were older

but age is a testament

to becoming someone else

than you planned

and then

when it is all over

becoming something else



All those people

so sure and solid

in their opinions

are dead now,

I’m sure of it


She shared the religion

of all who

prayed on their knees

with a mouthful of

oh my god

and who thought

they were reborn from rib

for they were so close

to heaven

or whatever was left

when lifted towards the ceiling

like a sacrifice to a volcano

that produces

white fluff

warm and gooey

until it hardens

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