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the body falls soft curves collapsing on the edge of bedspread tangled in cliched prison escape ropes tied loose like old tendon, we are all but used. I feel the force of Fibonacci spiraling between ribs and pelvis, golden ratios divining skin, 1 to 1.616
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Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
Pantomimed Prison
the body falls soft curves collapsing on the edge of bedspread tangled in cliched prison escape ropes tied loose like old tendon, we are all but used. I feel the force of Fibonacci spiraling between ribs and pelvis, golden ratios divining skin, 1 to 1.616
glen-brunson
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Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
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