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the vacant eye of a birdhouse. a tiny black plate that in a dream you cannot pinch. the mute cat’s meow in your belly’s lack wink. a dry cookie at the pursed fanfare of mouth. your thumb moving over your mother’s. dark foods untouched as the shadows of fish by water. your father’s ear taking blood from the tilt of a baby swing. the peasant swallow of a mannequin whose ****** once fattened your brother’s lip. the paw print dice. the ***** nurse her long teeth packed away like cigarettes in the shirt pockets of men shy by this much.
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Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
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the vacant eye of a birdhouse. a tiny black plate that in a dream you cannot pinch. the mute cat’s meow in your belly’s lack wink. a dry cookie at the pursed fanfare of mouth. your thumb moving over your mother’s. dark foods untouched as the shadows of fish by water. your father’s ear taking blood from the tilt of a baby swing. the peasant swallow of a mannequin whose ****** once fattened your brother’s lip. the paw print dice. the ***** nurse her long teeth packed away like cigarettes in the shirt pockets of men shy by this much.
barton-d-smock
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Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
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