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Apr 2019
the tunic is blown out of proportion
a manifesto of jiltered dialogue–
between expectation and a breath

rolling realms escape lights gesture
a manifestation of curable perfection
in between curious limitation

thumbnail visits,
dirt and desperate grime glow
search the silhouette,
for unclaimed baggage

merge false intellect,
with stakeouts cigarettes
pick a prisoners flesh,
though it were you that is left.
WiltSov
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