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and at first you sit in the circle and you laugh because you think you know what you're laughing at and you see other people laughing harder than you looking at you like they know what they're laughing at more than you think you know what you're laughing at and then round the circle the laughing is laughing at itself laughing at you and you start to think

death is a place but i forget where it is, it's in a shed, not laughing again, knowing nought

leading an army of dead reflections bowing at your own reflection praying to God for an out.

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