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2009/10/11

criss crossing there

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love's busted pipe
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You have the cement against your ass crying your ass tears're beacon to gull. Fat as worn sugar. Not something nice and lyric but cut like grass stinked its 'high heaven' to fruition and |



each time you came more clearly . crossing the bird cage and it took 40 day and night moon for your soul to pass its hedge ridge.


you knew the five cent difference between cold heat light and knocking night. The russet face they spat at. The deformed legs four feet long, and yer shaky thighs, your skin, crusted like what? a disgusting thing? A creature called from river to night. Not bearing the tools of life but its mockery. deformity with your two headed grimace.