Rusted, thrown
Brown
onto the walls of
Subsequent
Possession
We feel, blindly
Our tips rubbing plaster
and soliloquy. Dodging meandering
despair from
torridly ambitioningly mild forms
of lower-
Back
Arch.
You scallion, you
You
and yours.
Those shoes
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC
Rusted, thrown
Brown
onto the walls of
Subsequent
Possession
We feel, blindly
Our tips rubbing plaster
and soliloquy. Dodging meandering
despair from
torridly ambitioningly mild forms
of lower-
Back
Arch.
You scallion, you
You
and yours.
Those shoes
MMXII
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