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Glued gloom.
Darkness has a
sea thru me
darker than papa's coat ever
stinging male's
scent into pockets
eyes lacerate thru paper
...sounds roll wall,the
pyre burning
calm
i smell grey black
pump and drag out breathe
blue cottons,depressing exhale
Yes i've peace but
darker till no more it can loan grey
i stare woman
woods loaded head
same used for corpse,perhaps!
a strange prayer of evening
that has no peril pilfered
but a sweaty sun in
her burnt skin.
sea thru me
darker than papa's coat ever
stinging male's
scent into pockets
eyes lacerate thru paper
...sounds roll wall,the
pyre burning
calm
i smell grey black
pump and drag out breathe
blue cottons,depressing exhale
Yes i've peace but
darker till no more it can loan grey
i stare woman
woods loaded head
same used for corpse,perhaps!
a strange prayer of evening
that has no peril pilfered
but a sweaty sun in
her burnt skin.
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