Friday, January 1, 2016

wet chain

sort the air I could
'nt ,off the chase a
nodule reinflamed
tthe ssugar fumed
,gated “each” of
them I breath w
here breath w
ore hair ,nor lint a ,c
loud ddampner r
rained;;;;; aacross the
rreeking halll .my
eye a slug in wind
ow mirrored ha
habits of unh shshirt
revealed ,or reft bbehind


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