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yes yes

yes yes
dig dig together
put it in a wet state
children have gone barefoot before
two two years
of high school
screaming they called him
down the water
a stream gushed
washed away by washing
they built built
what is there now
lived on what we could muster
previously you mowed hay
turned it on at night
it was
this this house
quite a long time ago

o longer shame

o longer shame buried under the earth
between the fields
like viewing a clear day fore falling
warriors in disorder
thousands
the number of hairs of this

o execute a criminal
his mind and body
it was
was not entirely separated
from the former
and it is
for the most part
the way

jack kerouac feels bad for killing a mouse on desolation peak

"human" fearful eyes
little angel wings
little humble martyrs
"all living things sinister
almost crying

murdered 2 handfuls
I had
a little beating heart
"humanly" scared
it was
on hind legs
breathing my
light
it dies pretending
not to

hello

rid he yes throw your teeth at rats no input just looking greenly bluely redly sweat your neck and ankles. kissing nudely very ism it outdid don't and still i feel so big of you only wanting more than less henhouses of dry click provocation. eliminated poems a hundred stanza thrust away flesh from the slit of one's burning enamel islands whimpering in the ear, passion for mouths that sounded hands that grasped tongues which sank abundantly into strange loving oaths. hello earthworm pawn sleds hello women bathing in hollow blonde rain


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