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Atomic (not a Blondie reference)
by C E Hoffman

 

 

 

I’d press a drill through the holes in my soul

just to feel alive

I’d kill my thrills if it meant getting out

but I’m not

equipped to drive.

 

 

Interesting how we run out of space

the more of it we make.

The world runs on and I’m a speck

in this

atomic race.

 

 

 

 

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