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Sep 2018
you want to hear the Croydon
cluck-berry?
  the mimic clock?!
oh... you don't?
you want know
what a Croydon
cluck-berry sounds like?!
what a mimic cherry
does?
ever hear what a cat being
decapitated sounds like?
doesn't sound anything
like a ******* chicken,
to be sure...
     but you do want to hear
what a cluck-berry sounds like...
a mimic cherry...
   you want to spot
the sheave-of-teeth
looks like...
you want to...
you want the lemonade
rhyme of children's voice...
   skipping rope...
      what a beauty!
     i want to hear the breath of
death, every time
death takes a loosening
of my own life's,
       entanglement.
rhyme rhyme...
      and the ghost of
a child's remains...
             my own, my lost said:
to them: the lasting leveraging
remains:
forever awake.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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