kyoto
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Confessional Poem
this worldsorryremains or humanitysun chops through bowlingthe six forty essential as a fax machinehere’s some good advicedemand luxembourg in the alley who knows his motivation?you simply hold all availablehands outward, palms up; six whistlesdoddering thrutropical depression her brunette historystoleof friendship as a friend places his twistederasedbottle durango — no one owning anything of a sugar…