fitted dots
to particles
fasting on
insanity
dreaming of
a brittle
sack battle
on beaches
silted rocks
on depth
paternal
hereditary
slush of my
guts and my
guttural
attempts
at
insular
perspective
these
thoughts
are alive
now.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
fitted dots
to particles
fasting on
insanity
dreaming of
a brittle
sack battle
on beaches
silted rocks
on depth
paternal
hereditary
slush of my
guts and my
guttural
attempts
at
insular
perspective
these
thoughts
are alive
now.
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