Syllable Crypt
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thinking in the letter V... it's like not having hands it's like crooners swoop spooked ever like schooners, like waves of Vs are steps for the stripped strays like V-poetries are shines for folded eyes V stares the woods down "The V disease vows constancy" through a glass... from nothing smile "present vows half-open had never been heard of" Back to Contents |
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