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Hint
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Answer
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The red centre
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A palimpsest of unheard sound
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Reaganism
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A return to traditional values
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Thought
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Like other things now, thought must be rationed
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Tulips
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The tulips are red, a darker crimson towards the stem as if they have been cut
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Freedom
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Freedom to and freedom from
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Zeros
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The heads are zeros
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Painted mouths
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A small red one, like the mouths painted with thick brushed by kindergarten children
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Control
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If its a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending
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Bulging eye
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I go up the stairs, my face, distant and white and distorted, framed in the hall mirror, which bulges outward like an eye under pressure
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Latin
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Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
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Resource
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I am a national resource
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The Bible
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It is an incendiary device
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Sex vs love
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Nobody dies from a lack of sex. It's a lack of love we die from
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Rules
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For every rule there is always an exception: this too can be depened on
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Maze
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A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze
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The cat
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Because he said it instead of her, I know he meant kill
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Better?
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Better never means better for everyone [...] it always means worse, for some
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Destinies
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They can fulfil their biological destinies in peace
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Human
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But everyone's human, after all
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Fear
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Fear is a powerful stimulant
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She is?
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I am, I am. I am, still
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The end
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Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and my eyes. This is what you get in the end
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In homage to
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Partly in homage to the great Geoffery Chaucer [...] I'm sure all puns were intentional
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different turn of mind
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Some of them could have been filled by our anonymous author, had she had a different turn of mind
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wings
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The white wings are prescribed issue; they are to keep us from seeing, but also from being seen
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gasps
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We have learned to see the world in gasps
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spy
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She is my spy, as I am hers
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meek
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Blessed are the meek, but she didn't go on to say anything about inheriting the earth
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vessels
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We are two legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices
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serena joy
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How furious she must be, now that she's been taken at her word
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four
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For them, one and one and one and one don't make four.
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refugee
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I'm a refugee of the past
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