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ethanol


(like a fuel
pump) spill the 
          head spill the
              heart spill
              the
       [soul] contents
 
   of vomit:  smoke
              smut
              ash 
              humanity
       liquid
              flame
 
 
s
 t
 a
  i
  n
s...
 
 
 
 
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