1792
5.330
26.xi.24
slept so far
the day came past
there were
things unspoken of
that’s
childhood
laid
out the entrail hours
for
ghoulish
brought
a saw
to have
day down
we
skipped to my lou
a slow
poke too
house
went where it would
such
capers!
here’s
the animal inside
blind
stumble
in a
humsaw so
tractorwhack
visions
all of
our bodies
were heavenly
when
it will
still be here
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