not es
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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