Saturday, April 16, 2016


sam e nhancement's d
ouble oublié j'ai ni sueño que
te salva de la miasma misma
nos ladra all right wrong
all night crunching
stone shifts off a wall
shaped with I's and T's
.be clotted ,spoon ,be k
notted in the headache
louder than a grunting
swims above your leg your
leg ,pilaster of the limping wind


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