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Oct 2012
there was how shall i say green the city consumed the meek and tender brilliant
all rose in slenderest gardening blossoms root 'pon root in earth univocal (it's
shoulders, feel fresh, smoothly revolt into unchaste Autumn)


                                                                      whose lipless grotesque

                                                                      smiling parts

                                                                      between all

                                                                      ivory leans

                                                                      October

                                                                      her
                                                                     smell
                                                                    is wet
                                                                   curious
                                                                  Cinnamon
                                                                 chamomile
                                                                  citrus tingles
                                                                 against
                                                                the wide
                                                               plate of unhairing
                                                                  FALL(s
                                                              from a broad leaf
                                                              russet tranquil
                                                             blue
                                                        ,        flat and cool        ,
                                                                peels with tenderest
                                                     coming


                                                                         eve


                                                               flickers




                                                                                                big




                                                                   with



                                                                                      frailing




                                                                             sun


                                                                       collapses

                                                                         intooneenormity:

                                                                         ORAnge
PK Wakefield
Written by
PK Wakefield
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   ---, --- and Sansara Justinovich
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