not only but just
if you keep the print low no one
can see
in the prison w. a watchtower
all along the pomo text
strangers they drink my whine
an unfurled space
not with just all those half words
half lost
so suddenly he comes in from the
hot and says,
all the files are deleted
you can find yourself inside
what is that?
waiting? i said
until he finished his speech
it’s written down:
barred, all, a tree...
an us
verse us
themification
we drive once in a while to the
place under guard
keep your guard down
she turned
to go
there were a lot of doors with
security devices
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