IN THIS SPACE
Dhwty is in my backyard, he says
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though she put
blood in
luscious velvet petels
every may
fire will make her tremble
wail !
you fingered music
some shaved shadow
for a symphony of voids
in lazy iron tounge & will
recall winter sleep
or perfect crushing drunk
empty or part mad
fire-eater
lived twice in a pale wind softer than night
between whispers made to make fingers tremble and unseen
seas in silent discourse remember
