moss and dice

defonetics swim my clut

tered face was “where”

my stunned fork mute is

stuck thinner in yr future

gone is was a nostril's

grinning light luggage

beast nestled on the stairs

was itchy was your spoken

shoe plunger through O

heaps of notes steep fool

risen to illumination in the

afterwind of your linguine bowl

fork

itchy leg

explication's liver cut

pen

fog

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