peel off this image: a forest of voices, all gone
ripe in a silent winter
come 'ere
i heard a sound of bones crushing in the closet:
did you
betray my secret? - roll your eyes now,
mine are sore
of all the freeways. a shadow,
ink streams outlines
runs down my feet as i give my screams to the sun:
beautiful valley lover
did you left
an open door? - i swam an ocean
for i heard
the earth was round.
how does it feel
rolling off its edge? - fucking great.
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