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Leviathans, by C.S. MacCath (9/20/10)
Poetry.
Now slick leviathans spew from the sediment; / mephitic fiends, nameless, insensate, / pitchy tentacles undulating inland,
Upon the death of my host and waiting for uplink: by Event Horizon, formerly of the Oracle Duality Liselle Marie Michaud / Event Horizon, by C.S. MacCath (9/8/08)
Poetry.
It is cold. / No, not cold, but cooling / And still, except for bacteria / That favor flesh. /