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May 7
(it is filled with)
(jam & sugar    )

She tilts barefoot on
                                     eve of
                                     evening
,lilting,  a pacific hypo
       thetical excerpt on

"
why(iam)here &
what(wedo)next
"

it is something
of a copper wire;
    vitality.         in
the longer you lap
your legs in its terra   cotta
                                       ,the more
                                        exacting
(stringentl­ysinuous)   the scar

a sense of
where i amnt
more than
 where
i plant my
ankles like
two little
orange
trees.
matt r
Written by
matt r  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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     guy scutellaro and Immortality
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