Intro to Radium:

		Talking kills the trees; a blue
			    painted room with sonic-
			walled curtains.
		   I can't see past the frontline,
		   An explaination of you.

			"My priceless princess-
				congrats - I'm late."
			    Screamed over the intercom;
			    Bustled in to the hustle - over and over.
		 I'm dripping down from your
						red-wagon sheets.

			A      red    autumn   cinema
				display   of
				     you.

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