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Feb 2018
the word *****
another she
called it
****

where had these
girls come from
he wonders

he was
smelling roses

the she's joined up
pushed me to
the ******
made
me
bleed

we got very very angry
they were running
we grab an
spoonbill
rod

zing

whack

off with she wig
one down
the
other just
turned the corner
we jump in our imaginary truck
spoonbill her from around the corner

whack

another wig down
climbing from
imaginary
truck

getting rope and duct tape

tying them together
now they are scrwaming in harmony
picking them up
they get drove
down
the
road

in
my
imaginary truck

my gardening tools in hand
we keep imaginary jokes dug for when we lose
our
imaginary mind

they were still screaming
thinking my name was
pleas or help me
silly girls
wonder
what
they
will
make me
say she used
?










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branded glaciers GE
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