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3/26/2015 after Frank O'Hara The golden green buttress of agrimonia lined sticky river water gnat towns hasn't been seen in so long. But je pense beaucoup quelle est que tu pense? beaucoup An unwashed strawberry on my palm, bleeding. Ruby shards, shooting red bloodied streaks that could crawl down my forearm and drip into the floor. My innocent hands and they near the fainted wisps of maroon wiped on the idea of the golden green Prospect house Ivy arches, trimmed agrimonial foothills and lilies in root beer bottles. I trip on the curb and find myself looking more like the ones with the clean hands sin shorn hands. Can I start again…? Spring here in shy steps is making itself known. The Arabic signs of Bay Ridge Brooklyn beckon me to buy hats. It is fogging glass and what am I thinking? Beaucoup beaucoup.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
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3/26/2015 after Frank O'Hara The golden green buttress of agrimonia lined sticky river water gnat towns hasn't been seen in so long. But je pense beaucoup quelle est que tu pense? beaucoup An unwashed strawberry on my palm, bleeding. Ruby shards, shooting red bloodied streaks that could crawl down my forearm and drip into the floor. My innocent hands and they near the fainted wisps of maroon wiped on the idea of the golden green Prospect house Ivy arches, trimmed agrimonial foothills and lilies in root beer bottles. I trip on the curb and find myself looking more like the ones with the clean hands sin shorn hands. Can I start again…? Spring here in shy steps is making itself known. The Arabic signs of Bay Ridge Brooklyn beckon me to buy hats. It is fogging glass and what am I thinking? Beaucoup beaucoup.
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
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