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tomorrow was Monday an

the neck of yr woods a

phone will crease your

skull with sentience

scrawled was weekly g

rocery list thieves

glittering in their su

its a Tuesday w

restless in the fog was

understood like wind

like anvils drinking

in the lake yr n

eck of words will

close last Sunday

Autour du trou

la construction est nécesaire.

- Frédérique Guètat-Liviani

soma sombra

the doggy lunch the long

wet hair the gravel th

ought in shorts crun

ched the sleeping rain

ants folded in yr wa

tch the window - st

roked neck the storm

next week was the

path or barking at

a hotdog shiny in

its sweat the st

rong wet hair the

face unravels

so  on...

speeding

blaze your name in

heridance em

blazoned in the

wind beneath your

table will a sing

le signature sta

pled was the

ash empacted

in the corners

is a sodden

frenchfry where’s

the stool your

dad’s direction w

here’s the air

connected to yr

dict ionary was a

dumpster b

urning in the alley

wet down the b lock

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