Tina
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snap break it up and out I can’t imagine a day without words greenstick splintering un-boughed Ich muss fünf pfennig für ein Eis haben cheap concrete & shallow foundations and no street stands out from the next but there is shouting long-marching from home to the Top Shops for milk and bread rrr the stuff of life Is-hard on the feet and the eyes and the heart Vetch purple sheen and flash diverging hips risen rose both flasked/flanged squeezed between thorny issues ripped transcendent jagged flesh dark jactitiations versus liquid contact nourish furling maggoty yield leaking through calloused lung-fists holding on to what could be the last one eyeballed squinting sun sunflower flower days from seeding shifting weight maintaining things askew as if they’d always been peeling plastic curls un-suffocating under neath my heat my sex dis orienting threads west wards loose clear-sky evocation emptying emotion with ferocious violence without aggression root >>>Trevor Joyce
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