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May 28
this air is dry;  summerful
yellow turned dehydrated ,
kind            of           orange ,
slurring           like an evening
      into drier hands.    same
ones that ran
                 over
       my beautiful ribs. beautiful
ly giftwrapped,edges folded neat.

i really am so very neat.
matt r
Written by
matt r  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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   Zeno and guy scutellaro
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