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vertebrae (10/15/2023)
when time pines,
it happens in a vacuum.
blue-lipped and ecstatic
coloring the automatic
raptures ruptured
and the bubbles burst
counting down 'forgive me nots'
and pick-up petals buy the hearse
amen
bitten-pens
and day dreams
and
teethmarks in the shape of you
and
pulling blind bridles
we'd ride thru
tl so much nothing
stretched before us
a skating rink of fate
spl...
Sunday 15th October 2023 11:05 pm
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