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Jan 2016
there's always a drunk among the living
that always courtyards
the breathing space of centipedes
in elevators for a bearable tangle of
arithmetic foot count that's mistaken
for a bunch of tourists at buckingham parlour
organising waiting lines of less than fifteen minutes
topped with the word maximum on a lease.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
405
   Just Melz
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