three beats in the bar. no longer a wish but
formless strip the tree sssuh suh [bad weed]
this street/this street of empty
society fears fringe margins
He chimes with far more affect than I want and is
and is on the edge of being
refuse to. snip snip. smudge dispassionate this logical stub.
life develops from lifeless matter. no matter what
you are mounted on
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