interpolate ... transform ... spectral flute
day&night scratching the river's scar
with stinking & plausible liprope (embrace/////////////////////////
a day out with a dead family stray antelopes peck at a wren's ghost
thereafter. the moon was close upon our nostrils.
without perfume, rotting paint greying &
flabby / we'd set fire to the swings in the park & ran out onto the wild road.
you've not stopped laughing yet
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