doro t:
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fuck a violet tear stained wrist, hey
hi, so west of this brittle leaf
i'm sand and sunglasses afterwards,
she spoke - in meat haiku huskery
we sat on this black barge,
the swan sun wept cellularly, splinters
about thy crucifix's red subtle onion dip
a salad of poems/poetricks
coooooler than a narrative relic
too much thyme thesis
maybe, kill noir
eternal cooking scentury
the newcastle sea spray
a tender feeble voyage
our shared morning zephyrs
the sprayed rock a language
a sonic remnant metaphor
solid, emotive beyond the sun
dirt
and then
the page
she
---
dec 2008
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