wet trip
yr meat ed win g o calamine
off the elbow dripped it's a
shouter see ,a shorter sand
wich in yr pocket crow ded
what's the sea but sleeping air
your hair folded in bread and
shitty poems canchered from
your forehead ...lipid dreams
tongued on the sodden suitcase
,whwhispering in the trunk of
your car
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