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intent, none we are so the dead for glowing boatlamps intent, unhorsed skies throw down the fists of forgotten threnodic islands where hellions banished years of suppuration clot roads...
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On my dawn knuckles the dust from impacts the plenum where sits through textual faults of the machineries . . . there is no day where we are all no way for oomph sutures of incarcerated resin hounds...
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cannot sometimes escape this fact of this place cannot ever we sometimes escape in a reduction idea of the flattening where hopefully this is me speaking spit into walls what walls spit back what rooms...
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only this one maps for spliced of the prints see to all bears to reach into chimes of the nights next week see to what we are now calling historicising of emoji-flares shot to the skies shot through my...
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its vengeful defeat a moment in hallucinations machine horror comets’ hideous metaphors predict cosmic stars universe universe universe in their hell servants official cell...
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with all spells i am watching and it is static lean towards a skyscraper where are dried leaves stored we too could have choppedfringes be on water spread out red curtains::::::: i needle this...
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termination a’gree’ments, slaveless historians, a drum organ, literature for white radicals, literature for black radicals, ravitz rule, mock kitten soup neck, steel rod, soft shoe sole, bendy, round...
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bough, breathe , a box, not just yet, but now and then more, a meeting of old and new skins, a silent eyes, clear casing to offer, we protect with our skins, with not-breathing, there are stitches...
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it is lovely this list i made of suggestions if what we could do tonight meant forgetting the work for hours passed and to come it is moving to hear you make noises like chewing from thoughts gone...
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balmy now on a denim rug where no ordinary ones are seated splayed their tufts on skin and clocked fingers while our larynx spread on tabletops and no purposeless crawl of the grass seeping slowly...
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