Thursday, September 8, 2016


ondulation sshoe I
call a loot or floor
what's that might
cloud in half your

step beehive the
laced-up tongue no
blood but dead por
suerte tu ,ni mi

cara mist ,core
nostrum step a
way ,not please not
pants defold

if nor was ,alors
not trouble walked
out past ,uh present
rubbered ,if a spoon

(in lake)


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