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en fraught tumbado cave of

hives yr shapeshirt fogcus stain

,,,wisp of hairless slipper sw

eating glue nonamed swam

deexnamed cross a shitframed

flag heaped with dice .no puse

agua pues ,quise la tumba seca

ankles and arms itching innards

wind a wave of termite heads

turn toward dawn and sleep

.taught ice my eyes retained their

tide ,plankton crusted on the

lens my thought was dead

issue inches redund

ant comb yr ears s

luff off ,measure less

than sound face was o

pen hisses where the

paper fades a crowded

cluster on yr neck an

itch invasion of the

a mirror