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Adam

a lake of blood is promised homes fill with fiber optic prophecy. "put away your lenses children and sleep under the lamp's shade." our purple rice growing Vishnu mumbles and stirs in his sleep. by the crystal pond, a poison frog sings. decorating the sand and reeds are skeletons of the old wars. nearly dust now. unable to make decisions for the weak or young, the strong or the old. four seasons yet to pass attention given to the wolf's lonesome cry. place your head in sand, witness the scorpion. she is emperor and admonisher. the tiger breathes in and breathes out its final breath. lay your belly upon wheat and remove hunger. an angel's velvet wing cools the fever, the old sickness of Old Salem. onions, apples & lemons are sprouting. there, just underneath the horseman's hood. quickly, look.
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wordsalwayshurt
Published
Sep 9, 2018
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happy birthday sweet prince

tragedy

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