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 ûo. i never wrote this done.
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