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Mangled skirmish, of bespeckled olive-greenserpents.Their sinuous anarchy runs cold upon herskull.Caravaggio, you immortalized the b***h,immured her, ..
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Struck at form you reign--days orchestrated a destiny...the image-less precognitionof light and dark.A self-generated whole, anenergetic rogue...of wh..
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Caught at love, left at love--incorrigible passions overextended.Who so, and how so came to be--he/she entire, given to it.Who, what afforded them the..
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...On the hour...twelve long stares inwant eternal--of which a clock rivetsnothing.Spoilt milk stirred with a dead cow'steat...full revolution boring ..
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Tarp shook violent upon Mount of Olives--fuschia skies sequenced.Mountain dweller clung livelong day rank,nude.Surrogate family to ram, serpent, eagle..
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Wolves unhinged mid-wood...iconically framed between scepteredpine trees.Lapis-eyed looks of no return, theirdisorienting phospheresence repeatingon d..
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There it is, a-suck sun, thickly entwined like Rapunzel's locks.The crowd, has come odder than odds, tattered rags enmeshed totheir crevices, they ree..
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Consigned c**k crows these hours...graffiti sputtered upon the wall,capturing the nervosity of its vandals.The overpass' heavy respiration offugitive ..
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The dreamless anterior, where from thedream vacated.Of all intersecting lines bursting the starof their hub--deemed the twilit Hand at...at...at, all ..
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Live under these lights tour de force--thesoul's vestige.An atomic roar had you at...I.I of scrimmaging ghosts, their obsessivevouchsafe of material w..
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