for a bow the dawn is quick
manage volcano time a helpful
reference
a sneak is in the middle of a slake
maybe rip in time saves lime or lines
at the beginning of music is the
limits of the moon
old photos live undersea with urchins
the voice comes thru a machine, with
sectioned trembling
preen stupoid laff rings untrue
undeclared goes undersized in a con
game urbation
the storm that misses you swims in
your eye
overgrazed and then listening to a
gospel side
recruited at the rectangular
coordinate
each musical phrase will stir under
ashes
what do ya think? you slung a word
past lunacy
parasite city’s a mix of then &
here
lag time manages a bed of nails
calendrical
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