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Cup 14: Secrets



Some whales starve to death and sink in secret, others wash ashore. 


In plain sight the earth rids herself of us.


Everything made of star stuff is sacred and eternal, yet there are secrets so profane they do not compost.


The Jailers bang their sticks on the bars. Who speaks the secret of the Prisoner’s bleeding rectum?


Who knows what secrets brought them both to this imprisonment?


The Jailer-in-chief floats above the clouds, thinking himself eternal.


There is a secret that made you who you are.


What if the whole world knew it, and you didn’t die?

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