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Wikipedia Poem, No. 378
that last walk i pissed a sigh and she tickled thought breath needs but one last walk piss my tail beats twice bedsheet breath in the dither the third time i’m surprised her white lashes flutter nothing lasts walk across high-pitched europe in heels white europe pissed away that walk i pissed sigh she has…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 276
turning the things mere the the the are surely surely the when troubles a a is reel the that were and slouches and falcon fall anarchy blood-ceremony best full some the second a my shape gaze moving shadows darkness twenty vexed what towards turning cannot apart is dimmed of lack of revelation second coming…