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doubled & folded a two way mirror see the blush on a pale bottom, it is as white as me read a book on “how to be a ghost” working as crows fornicate, black, love made with dead bodies i floated over the lot of them and i was so afraid, i did not know what was seen on the other side car lights, a saint to pick up roadkill do not forget that ghosts watch the birds echo, they might verses were rehearsed & daresay written on a couple dimes we both have wings while we both have wings, i cannot fly – oh, crows not the white of doves i am dead & they eat my color, alive fern to shield beads and eyes ***** pricking red bowels inside should not know for literature god’s couple of miles higher than what the good book claimed and he watches us from a mirror the other side of a stage we look so ugly, the crows eat my face.
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
two way mirror
doubled & folded a two way mirror see the blush on a pale bottom, it is as white as me read a book on “how to be a ghost” working as crows fornicate, black, love made with dead bodies i floated over the lot of them and i was so afraid, i did not know what was seen on the other side car lights, a saint to pick up roadkill do not forget that ghosts watch the birds echo, they might verses were rehearsed & daresay written on a couple dimes we both have wings while we both have wings, i cannot fly – oh, crows not the white of doves i am dead & they eat my color, alive fern to shield beads and eyes ***** pricking red bowels inside should not know for literature god’s couple of miles higher than what the good book claimed and he watches us from a mirror the other side of a stage we look so ugly, the crows eat my face.
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
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