Clarity melts eskimos upstairs
injecting sunscreen
gives us really bad hangovers.
A paper no one reads.
A knock on your planet of foam beat
hydras sucking
about how it's better not to.
A billboard on the way to work
telling you about the right track.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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