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We All Lay on the Island Beach Together (Tension)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 649 first ask is it interesting tell the pocket waiter pull-ups skin-tight jeans scent the studio booth to be the hungriest ghost kill in the studio booth smell theorists scent the studio booth save the actor kills in the transcendent idea of brilliant to love basic vanilla body mist scents the…
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sense memory no. 1 [revision, 082320121822]
suddenly the sweetness of some fruit i can’t recall memory’s maw models some flowery drupe, not a mango spread across a lisp thin wheat its saccharine spear implacable i heave on repeat, breathe in hopes of dislodging the pneumonic of seeds, split spit and juice — an unmistaken but missing flame [for Matthew Rohrer, 062120121546]
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