Is-pods balance on my ache-egg palm -
Beige clay shell cracks and crumbles after
my christened keratin over-growth pokes
eight-pointed north-aligned Figure A
holy theory microscope radioactive imprint
of a creative begetting semi-somnolence
teased crying-wound-colored bakery formula,
scratch street noon-hour high heat cordial
blister skein through Meghan's burnt sun
late Autumn, too late for give hairy
mess age of 24, 25, 26 Hot Left
fingering the border You and I for got
glisten forecast over 30 blue
dark inside fire glean pus
a 7th sunset intersection enter
her sex, ion Caress
beating lime sick fluid 11th erase sponge
yellow heart blush gushes sticky women
spark neat bile Even Goddamn Special
symmetrical blue-eyed green-sore mouth
fucking bane pain whorish queen lose
piles bleed button Top mischief
Forgive, I am open, lost, Now, begin
to Lay out, explain, detail, grey forest
Alone with hard Life, Peck at a shell
New Foreign, sight brings a little soul
of strawberry skin holes; I press Anna for
an illumination of her sickness sorrow and
more so her fire blooming
consummating A Right rigid
Assignment Blessed I impress
......... myself
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