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NOT YET – mad is the little girl, tongue to teeth sliver drinking the draft of a pleasure clap in the dark and dining wire bound on the stock of recession shelves. SOMEHOW – white winds the hell picket fence ***** sterile wrapping her house on stilts termite vein unsteady and hiding the beryl murk of its smudge-empty panes. NOT LET – fail is the innocent, laurel hung slack dangling on the vine from a hickory gibbet down grown and twitching in the zephyrs of prayer stammer and stench.
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Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 10:35 PM UTC
NOT YET
NOT YET – mad is the little girl, tongue to teeth sliver drinking the draft of a pleasure clap in the dark and dining wire bound on the stock of recession shelves. SOMEHOW – white winds the hell picket fence ***** sterile wrapping her house on stilts termite vein unsteady and hiding the beryl murk of its smudge-empty panes. NOT LET – fail is the innocent, laurel hung slack dangling on the vine from a hickory gibbet down grown and twitching in the zephyrs of prayer stammer and stench.
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Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 10:35 PM UTC
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