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trickling agonies chasing the volition tracking the twin patter of flame at what we feeling vs. economies & between them fail, perfume new rocks or the shrinks of I have their say. stairwell of laps, no spooning. done pretty much everything I need to so now doing little voms around but talking in the manner of someone who isn’t. clap of white. mucky strips cannot flatten your ash dead, sprouting slaves she weren’t, you green over like steve’s gangrenous mouse but centred on a different celtic lattice each heart squirt, you green over knots in my say I haven’t had, or on whom (freshness love, not storyline) you’ve not fed. eyes working down harvest, best overlap forward, garland & equinox. events without plugs, a still can, alive & in love but harnessed to a poor deck.

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bloch  

poem, poems

bloch  

poem, poems