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2006-02-28
lusty rungs


My notebook fine-tunes handwriting to satanic radio frequencies. Sun shines on rusty lungs of a dismantled voice engine. Pointy black hats patrol the bathroom stalls. I come in green shadows of the witch's mouth.


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