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Post by adamsmiller on Jan 30, 2016 18:49:03 GMT -5
Barrel gaze leveled manipulating gears in finger tips that no longer dance on novel skin stuttering deep forest growth Forgiving no one because we want what wants nothing
Loathed for words spilled during viscous violence
Greif a symptom born systematic in utero
Listen to the lies percussing ubiquitous
gut-rot speaking of saccadic steel plates pressed into every last pinhole of sinew reminding flesh to fall away slowly
The skyline dancing in so many distant caverns
universal body stalling out over a tree line marred by voided moonlight
Let it happen
quietly
surrender to the pavement
A
dense dead rock
The pillow between your legs
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Post by Aish on Feb 4, 2016 2:42:58 GMT -5
Welcome back, Adam. I am quite happy to read you again. Your style seems to have evolved and fermented a little. Some disquieting moments in this - which is good.
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