Wednesday, January 3, 2018





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the gaze of sugar bends the
for K you tied your eye wit or
or with )a moOn( daze of
gristled fields and your shot jer
K pto maine breathes ben eath
the bed's stone combatant
:I was changed chained ,my
foot's gelatinous re versal sits
up at breakfast ,coughs nor C
oughs a while inside your
shoe a beach.........................
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