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Night, night... hammer handle. Unzip this skin & spill the salt. Moon veers to ink as it dreams through the screen, & darkness rides the blotter. Clouds cough, sick over the spot where you slept.
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:44 AM UTC
Where You Slept
Night, night... hammer handle. Unzip this skin & spill the salt. Moon veers to ink as it dreams through the screen, & darkness rides the blotter. Clouds cough, sick over the spot where you slept.
EvanS
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:44 AM UTC
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