I walked into the freight yard expecting u to be there, but instead
to be cold but instead I found an old maid;
fine older minds stored in electric cases on twin databases
sent to the billions of stars outside our network are
causing the ziplines to fail
sending them down in the stronghold
family of
arcs & acres;
of Satanic beauties; eating through the city like
ed acid; grandparents buried under the sadistic headstone headphones
vineyards
bloom on a crispy California Saturnalia over & over
the original creatures;
she said, I agreed to say tis but Anne on my mind
like the fishbowl filled with rare fish or
golden bowl of organic fruit still life;
love is the still life
caught like a butterfly & burned to the ground somber as a death camp she weakly reached out to my timezone & cared; drama on the subway at midlight, that's when she & the dressed as revolutionary madwomen close in on the soft silent scent of the underground waterway; time is my machine, u know I caught u that light shining at noon & twilight moonscape dreaming for me; her weight that of a naturally blinding
headache; her soul empty as classrooms in the
evening of silent secondary ****** of the old women turned to witches
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
I walked into the freight yard expecting u to be there, but instead
to be cold but instead I found an old maid;
fine older minds stored in electric cases on twin databases
sent to the billions of stars outside our network are
causing the ziplines to fail
sending them down in the stronghold
family of
arcs & acres;
of Satanic beauties; eating through the city like
ed acid; grandparents buried under the sadistic headstone headphones
vineyards
bloom on a crispy California Saturnalia over & over
the original creatures;
she said, I agreed to say tis but Anne on my mind
like the fishbowl filled with rare fish or
golden bowl of organic fruit still life;
love is the still life
caught like a butterfly & burned to the ground somber as a death camp she weakly reached out to my timezone & cared; drama on the subway at midlight, that's when she & the dressed as revolutionary madwomen close in on the soft silent scent of the underground waterway; time is my machine, u know I caught u that light shining at noon & twilight moonscape dreaming for me; her weight that of a naturally blinding
headache; her soul empty as classrooms in the
evening of silent secondary ****** of the old women turned to witches
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