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a creative exercise in destructive poetry by groggydog ABOUT "My high charms work,And these, mine enemies, are all knit upIn their distractions. They now are in my power." The Tempest, Act 3 Scene 3 You are a corporate drone tasked with purging poetry from CORPOTECH's Database of Subsumed Cultures. But when a mysterious interloper hacks into your console, you're faced with an escalating series of …
