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studied dispassion, go about the roundabout of practiced ordinary living, fully aware, there are no open exits currently available, leading back to when, all exits led only bright forward consensual distance spaces tween registered vehicles but no longer registering bodies, legally maintained, by all outward appearances, minor kisses in a habitual habitat, perfunctory of the functionary, "I love you's" traded before shutting off the permanence of the finale of the now dimmed bedroom light diminution by the minute, covertly clarifying the ex-mission critical, cutthroat ended by consensual distances, silent no speaking empty spaces that cannot be closed, or dispossessed disposed, the sensual, desensitized been down this slow mo lazy path, to slow ruin before the quick road to The End the questions air hung but unasked, the words unspoken, they, the ultimate ****** weapons inevitably found, getting at long last a final hearing, judgement reached at the reenacted scene the finale resting place, *the grave of spaces, consensual spaces, the gulf of no love,* the pre-partum dénouement
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
The Grave of Spaces/Consensual Distances (Crossing the Gulf of No Love)
studied dispassion, go about the roundabout of practiced ordinary living, fully aware, there are no open exits currently available, leading back to when, all exits led only bright forward consensual distance spaces tween registered vehicles but no longer registering bodies, legally maintained, by all outward appearances, minor kisses in a habitual habitat, perfunctory of the functionary, "I love you's" traded before shutting off the permanence of the finale of the now dimmed bedroom light diminution by the minute, covertly clarifying the ex-mission critical, cutthroat ended by consensual distances, silent no speaking empty spaces that cannot be closed, or dispossessed disposed, the sensual, desensitized been down this slow mo lazy path, to slow ruin before the quick road to The End the questions air hung but unasked, the words unspoken, they, the ultimate ****** weapons inevitably found, getting at long last a final hearing, judgement reached at the reenacted scene the finale resting place, *the grave of spaces, consensual spaces, the gulf of no love,* the pre-partum dénouement
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
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