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ill be here:

Paul C. C. C. Badere

● damning the hesitant heartbeat and frolicking thoughts— foating away, ropes apart, they fray in clichés.

● drawing desires from/of community jars, with fumigated secrets— k(l)ept by each aching breathe, cleft in beached nets, foundered by peaceful (r)egrets.

● clamping resident scarred feats in closeted negatives— gnawing aged air, they’re choked and spread; left for dead with bleached pulp.

● clawing at doors ajar, revealing fetter’d netizen creeps— knots dysfunction’d, leather-sunken, humming to terminal organs.

● crimping feathery hairties, sprawling with faking fabric— fasteners stiffen with teary comedic tragedies and snap in salty brittles.

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