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lead III (12/12/2017)
a shape
a solidine spectre throwing shape
over my shoulder, bed filled with weighted shale
sheets hanging over a floor dropping out forever
and I wish more than anything I could describe what it is
or was
or might be
it's shears
cutting and reshaping all the new growths I've made
and
sliding together with intoxicating blades
and
oil dripping, whipping in strings as we pray
and
...
Tuesday 12th December 2017 2:51 pm
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