in the middle
of the mechanisms
the machine
mangles meaning
a store of
manacles reaches toward
yawn fit
sluice regard
angling at
the Vulcan Lear slide in the
ground-down
uncenter hedge placement
ring to be
here, a mind focused on
a no-brainer
maybe backing
down into seeing,
flame square
in the eye
from that
crashed truck ..
the
parameters all tell you to turn this dial
the other
way,
rack’d tone
squalor appall process
near-to-flip
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