Under a TV Sky
"too blue to be true"
attempts at poetic license
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legs
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Saturday, October 18, 2014
CROWED
CROWED
cast your stomach into
the river, augur, let
the current carry away
the smoke, sweet and
skullsick, your
legs only need to be
an hour long, you
hope.
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