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Pigeon holes in parkay Table manners setting Time to Silvery blades tuning the leather Strap by the cackling fireplace Spitting as it speaks, Slapping his back Dear God, she rasps Her dismembered finger Wavered above the page The sage thickening the air To a sack with no end And no way back There is no saving the Flesh, And this, sung Hung above his ear Left on the floor Revelations 3:16 The moon drifts past the door The Roar of the minister His arms settling thunder Shivering burlap wraps And more buried under The scepter fern Burn these pages, she skeets Between pulled teeth The rot of breath Eating its own meat Creep, the Time and So her biding The knots grow, and tighter The Blessed Unkinding A rhapsody, not a Hymn Begun with Amens Ending with a ***** Soil, and my arms in
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
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Pigeon holes in parkay Table manners setting Time to Silvery blades tuning the leather Strap by the cackling fireplace Spitting as it speaks, Slapping his back Dear God, she rasps Her dismembered finger Wavered above the page The sage thickening the air To a sack with no end And no way back There is no saving the Flesh, And this, sung Hung above his ear Left on the floor Revelations 3:16 The moon drifts past the door The Roar of the minister His arms settling thunder Shivering burlap wraps And more buried under The scepter fern Burn these pages, she skeets Between pulled teeth The rot of breath Eating its own meat Creep, the Time and So her biding The knots grow, and tighter The Blessed Unkinding A rhapsody, not a Hymn Begun with Amens Ending with a ***** Soil, and my arms in
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Greenville, SC
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
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