....SHE DYES....

….SHE DYES….

circumscission seems unaware of time and time again, a playful shield-hold

on stats gone arse about. without clockwork there is a neediness and

pain to mend, crying out on flame thrower guest, wicked shriek

stalks away down the glen, outside of withstanding nothingness,

chagrin rocks and the caper rents, two in one and gleaning,

wand hammer fetch, talk waiting. In stating such a lonely hearts

club there is vagabond recollect, a shoelace box to a wailing

feat, you can make it fit with tend. don’t look to all that’s

 chaos, don’t think back to yesterday, come frocklike into myriad

and dance undress, unmeant; take off all that faces, that tick-

tocks backward advance, shiver undelight at backstreet vacuum,

sight and miracle such reason hence. In its vicissitude, it’s

discovery, it’s dismemberment, it’s penned and variable (the)

solidarity, the sheer audacity at spent. Whilst in mile, a swap-around,

i hated dissolve and conceived dense, whilst walking

back amid suicide folds a cloth over evident. Like nightly and

predilection, and fecundity unwrapped, sycamore lisps at turn

off their feat, and interruption is the man.

                             To see a gateway. A syringe. A typical mystical,

a friend, wearing discord as a bracelet and harms way

dusting lamps….a chimera upon inbetween , lust vertigo breathes

sense and myrror-comb through the everywhere, to finally

hone what’s there.

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