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Jan 2019
the same sleep prior
to my death's
clutter worth's of:
sighs;
in what i am to
congest myself with,
with an
dickensian tomorrow
to compete with
a... "prior" to...
ungodly these
"fictions"...
awaiting the porcelain
avenues...
of...
   cut the throat
and turned
into an alligator
seance...

i assure you,
my dear, censor,
my dear,
tailor,
and curtailed crop:
every pig i ever attached
was: kosher...
notably?
in that mushroom
and leak,
in a cream sauce...
bacon?
came crisp...

and?
         little England:
and no Europe...
equates itself toward
the gesticulation of?

  any America will do...
h'oh h'oh h'oh.
i will never visit
north america, and...
i...

         i hope i never will...
not me not
dylan thomas,
the beatles,
the other:
"just across the pond"
new york
romancing *******'
worth...

n'ah...

           i'm still trying to
find myself reiterating
Christ
as the pinnacle of
Crimea on the plagiarism
of the orthodox
mosque of the...

   червонийсквер

na pal jebanego: 'uja!
   no gro!
         'ujtaj: i snu!
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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