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Distressed
Cow
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caught
out gorging up
so many scrummy images in a betraying eye round and round in a wink (if a cow can these days) to anchor to a theme so close to the brink of a switchblade a butcher blood on the floor that mine eye is dazzled by my many mirrored selves’ distracting tender portions to be lining refrigerated shelves Robert
Sullivan
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