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my car encased in a thin sheath of blue glass hailed from the open upside down ocean penetrate the thin membrane that separates the ripe from the crisp exoskeletons. my gun encased in shards of broke water siphoned from the bodies that lied blue and grey watched me be beat by 100 angry hornets on my soft baby face, stingers in my eyes prostrate in the grass my head encased in buzzing green grew from pungent soils and festering red pulsing bodies feet on salt gravel, spiders crawl through grass old smell on porch, mantis on window screen my tender shrouded from light to make weak and vulnerable body is sponge—It will absorb all notions and electrodes bled by sacred gray mist and clear beating waves microwave the visitors
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
my face is burning
my car encased in a thin sheath of blue glass hailed from the open upside down ocean penetrate the thin membrane that separates the ripe from the crisp exoskeletons. my gun encased in shards of broke water siphoned from the bodies that lied blue and grey watched me be beat by 100 angry hornets on my soft baby face, stingers in my eyes prostrate in the grass my head encased in buzzing green grew from pungent soils and festering red pulsing bodies feet on salt gravel, spiders crawl through grass old smell on porch, mantis on window screen my tender shrouded from light to make weak and vulnerable body is sponge—It will absorb all notions and electrodes bled by sacred gray mist and clear beating waves microwave the visitors
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
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