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May 2018
night come,
            the insomniac
        persistence of
      tailored
media within
the confines
of a respected
                  agendas...

     such edible
swimwear and:
floating ******...
little girls,
little, little, little girls,
having hardly
the stomach to
attire either niqab
or brothel...

        Marienburg
was originally
grey-white and not
deep-carrot saxon brick...
and the brick glue wasn't
egg-white but
calcium...
            and after our
leech-kissing
i slapped myself in
the face...
         because these
little girls, are,
but little girls...
   not worth the grit
and ground pepper's worth
of itchy-touchy...
women always demanded
the politics,
while men:
the "clinging"
   residue of aquaducts...
         schwarzkreuz zu leer...
               the niqab and
donning sunglasses in the night...
an instance: ćma...
                  mottefänger...
moth-catcher...
      a cloud to compensate
a cauliflower,
and regain status of pillow...
heavy the head,
to confine itself
in plucked swan leverage...
     a death-imitating-toil...
something:
          lost in attempts
of being made revealing...
little... little girls
with no...
             whisk of concerns
to have experienced
a brothel...
            buchwurmscheiße...
irritating
          flicker of a coal-mined
wing in an agitated
       flust...

                such a little girl...
no daughter before the *****
and no... *****
to mind being a mother...

       come, the pristine advent...
and a scoop of
the toothless arcade...

       made flute from bone,
and skim read
     blood in Barbican
            reiteration
                of...
             slush puppy
             condensed liver
pâté...
              mawler-"loss"...
   a meat the tongue only
knows,
   without a horizon
of itchy ivory paragraph
end, "concerns"...

   little women...
attempting to compensate a man's
affair with an hour's worth
of re-reading his body,
against...
                  her...
                         98.6 degrees Fahrenheit...

and what an allowance
she gave...
              took to a stone, be
as plainly excavated as
a tabloid source of:
compensating napkin,
                  when taking a ****...

   less, apparently,
    when *******,
seeking a butcher's conern...
to make a living
seeking the dead,
          to make into mould.
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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