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Deep grit. Fine, fine tacks. Over-heated night. My face, the light. The glass points at me. Musk and moonflowers. I throb to the beat Of a glycerol heat That keeps coming And going and coming.
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Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 10:59 AM UTC
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Deep grit. Fine, fine tacks. Over-heated night. My face, the light. The glass points at me. Musk and moonflowers. I throb to the beat Of a glycerol heat That keeps coming And going and coming.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 10:59 AM UTC
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