past returns
my ash on a dock swirling is
light settling under a chair the
chair your arm drifts toward
ME COGE LA MEJILLA
empapada es un libro de
texto fluctuante es el agua
dormida
en el horizonte F
alls dripping slowly behind a
fridge a fire asleep in the freezer
drop yr pencil the sky is back
block of ice sweaty in a box
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