Wednesday, 19 May 2010


strange strangers go
cut in levitating shoes. no.
the lover i was never
with wears a skin of utensil. s.
& turne; d to kiss the city night & all
its games . .

mouthform of chlorofull
the shoe spins &
caresses. a poor room in a dang
erous place. it
s bedtimes cry. ap
z˚x √Ľo. i never wrote this done.

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