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My Swirling Wants Your Frozen Lips The Gra

My Swirling Wants. Your Frozen Lips.
The Grammar Turned And Attacked Me.
Themes Written Under Duress.
Emptiness Of The Notations.

They Gave Me A Drug That Slowed The Healing Of Wounds.

I Want You To See This Before I Leave
The Experience Of Repetition As Death
The Failure Of Criticism To Locate The Pain
The Poster In The Bus That Said
My Bleeding Is Under Control

A Red Plant In A Cemetary Of Plastic Wreaths.

A Last Attempt The Language Is A Dialect Called Metaphor.
These Images Go Unglossed Hair Glacier Flashlight.
When I Think Of A Landscape I Am Thinking Of A Time.
When I Talk Of Taking A Trip I Mean Forever.
I Could Say Those Mountains Have A Meaning
But Further Than That I Could Not Say.

To Do Something Very Common In My Own Way. .

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